If life is nothing but a leap of faith, every moment, every decision, every positive thought despite al the negativity around you, then i am thinking.. why not?
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
a million little pieces of I are scattered over the universe. a million little moments of this life of mine, must be collected here. one day I will meet myself and you will meet yourself. and we'll try to feel the same, together.
this is a preparation, a note, an expectation, a hope and letter to the one and the unknown
Aged 21, Born 18 September (1700 hours if you must know), Student of Bachelor of Arts (hardly), Resident of Chandigarh (gladly), an AIESECer (madly), a wanna-be cyclist, a mumbo-jumbo philospher, a silent unsocial introvert also a yap-yap 'where is the party tonight' extrovert, aspiring Psychologist/ Agriculturist/ Educationist/ Film maker/ Global Nomad/ Revolutionist, a growing up kid to his parents, Mr-I-am-going-to-change-the-world-or-something to himself and scared of heights,& a wanderer who knows, sometimes.
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Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
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