There is a place in someone’s heart that is solely be called his very own. A unique space that is undivided, unshared and a reserved core intended for only One. This connect to his longings for a solitude. The more he yearn for it when the heart was beaten. To escape life’s foes he hanker
Christmas is shortly be celebrated. Its spirit covers everyone along the busy streets. Are they really happy? Is there one in a million out there with forged joy? Who desires to be home? Hiraeth…. an odd word that conveys someone who misses home that never really was. Far away… Another Christmas day, but conflicting setting.
There’s draining when you are living. Anyone needs to be active in order to live. In life it’s either you’ve been used or you are using someone. You are not draining if you’re not giving and taking. Why all these are happening? What to do when it happens? What usually is draining in you? Why
The world has so much to offer to anyone. Things and people are there to offer ways to enjoy your days. But always it is not for free, nothing is entirely free in this world. Could you go on with this kind of thing? What if complete bankruptcy envelopes you? Total loss, disaster and exhaustion
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