And more than anything, I am scared of falling into abyss, corrupting my soul, hardening my heart, and living a worthless life. I fear being trapped in a life that will rarely be about living. Won't I give up a sliver of innocence in exchange for light, if it can make me grow my own wings and fly to the stars and heavens I have always wanted to reach. But if it be so that I do not fly and should till the earth instead, then till it I will. Games will continue to be played, dancers will keep on waltzing, muses will continue to sing until the Music's final note. Be still, have hope, keep silent, keep the fight, keep working. Far above our heads, among those heavy clouds, there is a silver lining.
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RandomThe title speaks for itself. This is a compilation of thoughts. I had such a fertile mine of thoughts about various subjects - religion, politics, philosophy, friendship, love. This is sort of a blog in book form. Some of them formed inside my head...
