All of us learn to write in the first grade. Most of us go on to greater things. Writing gives me the illusion of control, that I am going to bring my own stuff into it. I observe with words, All of my life stories tell with words, I crave narratives that have a beginning and an end - something that I rarely encounter in everyday life. Stories give coherence to the confusion of my experience.
Last night my illusion told me that earth covers with forest with its alive for the first time and create 4 seasons, creatures, and all of this reminds me that I am still alive and gets better for tomorrow.
I am seeker of truth, I am imagined that I am on the cave and seeking for something that important. At last I understood the message of the well: I have already been given everything I need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we recognize only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come of separate elements , whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.
Every conversation that I want is A meeting of minds, and I want to say “In future, I'm going to say what I write”
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Have a nice day beautiful :)
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