It was never about me, I tried to understand what is going on but still the irascible state was there. Where was I, what am I doing ...Am I going the right way or should take some more time. I was there in the middle of nowhere but still approaching the aim which was unseen, like horizon, it’s there but still unexplored. It makes you feel stable if you feel it, but makes you restless when you know you can’t get it. The multi dimensional nature of mind couldn’t let off my thinking ability which seeks one. It is unimaginable to think how the one who never was involved in such diabolic world could think in such a way. Is it you who change yourself or the incompetent surroundings make you do so. I say I dint do it, but I know I am the herald of life which is in my hand. I heard a cacophonous sound the day when I was born came to know I joined the world, I was chaste when I was born, but time made me change, in no time I was sounding the same. You can be as you are only when you know you want to be what you are. Air changes around you but you are the same with the same mortal body, beneath lies the soul which was there from the beginning, beginning of what ... it is the beginning of you, that is real you.
It was never about me but always about me.
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