You meet them. You greet them. You work with them. You move on.
They are millions of birds hovering around, just as you in search of anything, everything and nothing.
Every morning the only difficult job I found is living as human, living without knowing the ultimate purpose. We live to earn for the people we love and for ourselves, but the irony of life is we stay away from those people, missing out the moments of life and we never have enough time to think about ourselves.
How odd is human? We don't have time for the people we want to be happiest on earth.
They are millions of birds hovering around, just as you in search of anything, everything and nothing.
Every morning the only difficult job I found is living as human, living without knowing the ultimate purpose. We live to earn for the people we love and for ourselves, but the irony of life is we stay away from those people, missing out the moments of life and we never have enough time to think about ourselves.
How odd is human? We don't have time for the people we want to be happiest on earth.
When I sit back today and look into my past, I see innumerable unknown known faces which were there in my life for maybe even lesser than a month, but are a part of my life. They took away that time which I could have given to the people I wanted to be with. Or I gave them?
Why am I running? Where am I running? Will there be a stop or this is just an endless path. How often I will meet my parents and loved one on my remaining journey?
Do we even realize that few years down the lane, the place we called home will no longer exist?
The happiest is the one who knows the whole purpose of the existence of his silhouette and those who can see beyond their own dark black shadow. But how many of does?
I would end it here because it is not the length that matters, it is always the depth that does. Sit back, close your eyes and do hear this song and miss the people who have always mattered the most.
Do we even realize that few years down the lane, the place we called home will no longer exist?
The happiest is the one who knows the whole purpose of the existence of his silhouette and those who can see beyond their own dark black shadow. But how many of does?
I would end it here because it is not the length that matters, it is always the depth that does. Sit back, close your eyes and do hear this song and miss the people who have always mattered the most.
