This small world is stuffed with the big amount of people, thinking no same ain’t sound like they procured from the same name.
The journey that started out to be as an individual slowly turns out to be the reflection of someone. We chose different personalities as our idol, but somewhere we find ourselves lost within the shadows of trailing time. We get along the way as of the body tracing the path of reflection, but merely it crosses certain limit to be called as totally pertain.
I wish there be the rain to teach mankind that we can be same, crystal from every side nothing hidden inside. If it ever comes to the curse of mankind, the god will not step away, be it a newborn or the dead shed, the life will be the same.
The never eaten gulp of silence becomes the source of thousand voice, if the God comes to say, don’t utter, be the sound like it snatched away. Raise the voice against yourself and ask what I am doing? Am I happy? Am I living? If there is no voice answering, then think and be yourself once again.
Why the emptied voids never filled once, Is it the kindness of the god, or the goodness of human ones, how long it will stay like this, we doubted of our own image still make it reflected. It will ever be changed or my words go in vain.
There is a life after life, be careful, the journey left will continue…..
Live Every second. Live Every day.
Whether it will be your first or be it your last.
Steve jobs himself quoted :
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.