A story nid not be written, there are millions of stories unwritten..
And i'd blatantly conclude that some of the millions, are one of the best stories.
You dnt nid a paper to admire or contemplify a story.
Each day is a wonderful story.
We dnt nid a diary or a journal to appreciate it.
Real stories nvr told r quite revering and stupendous
i admire creative stories and all
the loads of work put into it
the broad spectrum of imagination
the imbuement of fascination and admiration
im a gargantuan fan of writing, dnt get me wrong
writing is my escape
sweet and bitter alike
but i do linger and tarry more on wat i can attain
i emulate wat is tat i see
but emulating wat is it u see, is not tantamount to living on wat is now
the past is an infinite source of inspiration, if i may
euphoric
painful?sumtyms
pain is the best source of inspiration
nothing can top it
luv dwarfs juxtaposed to pain
for luv simply dnt exist without pain
but pain exists even before we knew hw it is to love
life and pain does to
life and pain goes hand in hand
luv is just the anti-thesis of pain
exalted for the elation it brings
wyl pain is ignored and casted out for it brings nothing but a crumpling entrail
wat is luv without pain?
rly, it is nothing
one cannot vindicate the existence of love without pain
pain gives love it's meaning
wyl love jst makes pain worthwhile
The world shud stop spinning from this festering routines
boring routines
y cnt we do different things everyday?
the world's spiraling down a vortex of boredom
even democracy is not democratic
if freedom is not totally free
freedom is a misnomer
hw cud a walking stick be called a walking stick wen it's not even used for walking
if freedom has its limitations, then those limitations must be imposed personally and individually
no1 must impede that freedom
if i myself am an alien in my own perceived world
then wat wud be of me, wen i am in a world out of mine?
i sumtyms do wonder if there is a world different from our own?
a world of mysticism, magnificence and beyond wat our petty eyes can see
a world wer the things of our wildest dreams dwell
a world wer doldrums and lassitudes is out of context
havent u ever questioned that?
a world wer everyone is god
im just withholding the fact that sumtyms i must think in childish ways
for one can never grow
one just simply grows taller
the mind may sponge-in knowledge
but compare it to the greater scheme of things
that in itself is a dot juxtaposed to the infinite nothingness of the generals of things
for one wud not be so much as hapi wen no1 understands
life is wonderful
not short
life is never to short to those hu enjoys it
living one day at a time
that there is short
im living one day at a time
and i still think it's loooooooooooong
life is finite
so as humans are finite
being forthright in my claims that life is not short
i will not withhold the fact that it is not
try sitting down a chair for a year
those hu are slaves of routine see life as short
wen one is enjoying time
it is short
wen one is enjoying life
and u wud hav the oppurtune time to luk bak at it
ul see the wondrous things u hav gone through
ul see that it's not so bad at all
and u wud hav the lucrative of ideas that it is not short
the world is full of slaves from routine
life shud not be chained down and limited to wat is profitable
i myb am a hypocrite
for i live an indifferent routine
i break away if i must
but breaking away the canopy to shed some light at the grubby ground, not doing the tings of wat is xpcted of me to do
id be breaking tat routine once in a while
a lapse in the unending, incessant, seemingly inevitable destination, is in itself rewarding
do u beliv that it is the journey that counts?
y then do we luk ahed?
if it is the journey that counts
it is each day that we strive to attain our goals and whims
not our goals itself
we'd never see the little gemstones stooping below our foot if we perpetually luk at wat is beyond us?
dnt let dreams be dreams
i am a dreamer
We are not brought into existence by chance nor thrown up into earth-life like wreckage cast along the shore, but are here for infinitely noble purposes - Katherine Tingley
dreams shud not be hindrances to our goals
nor shud they be our goals themselves
they shud not be used as binoculars to luk at wat is ahead of us
but shud remind us that it is not yesterday, nor tomorrow that we can achieve these dreams
but today
dreams cud come true
and shud come true
but luking at the horizon trying to attain these, blinds us to wat is in front of us
wat is in front of us are our pavements
our pathways to these dreams
one cannot reach for wat is beyond his reach
one can only luk so far as wat the eyes can see
dreams shud not be limited a scope
each day a dream
each dream a day
today's a dream come true
luk around and see that the things u hav always dreamt of are around u
And i'd blatantly conclude that some of the millions, are one of the best stories.
You dnt nid a paper to admire or contemplify a story.
Each day is a wonderful story.
We dnt nid a diary or a journal to appreciate it.
Real stories nvr told r quite revering and stupendous
i admire creative stories and all
the loads of work put into it
the broad spectrum of imagination
the imbuement of fascination and admiration
im a gargantuan fan of writing, dnt get me wrong
writing is my escape
sweet and bitter alike
but i do linger and tarry more on wat i can attain
i emulate wat is tat i see
but emulating wat is it u see, is not tantamount to living on wat is now
the past is an infinite source of inspiration, if i may
euphoric
painful?sumtyms
pain is the best source of inspiration
nothing can top it
luv dwarfs juxtaposed to pain
for luv simply dnt exist without pain
but pain exists even before we knew hw it is to love
life and pain does to
life and pain goes hand in hand
luv is just the anti-thesis of pain
exalted for the elation it brings
wyl pain is ignored and casted out for it brings nothing but a crumpling entrail
wat is luv without pain?
rly, it is nothing
one cannot vindicate the existence of love without pain
pain gives love it's meaning
wyl love jst makes pain worthwhile
The world shud stop spinning from this festering routines
boring routines
y cnt we do different things everyday?
the world's spiraling down a vortex of boredom
even democracy is not democratic
if freedom is not totally free
freedom is a misnomer
hw cud a walking stick be called a walking stick wen it's not even used for walking
if freedom has its limitations, then those limitations must be imposed personally and individually
no1 must impede that freedom
if i myself am an alien in my own perceived world
then wat wud be of me, wen i am in a world out of mine?
i sumtyms do wonder if there is a world different from our own?
a world of mysticism, magnificence and beyond wat our petty eyes can see
a world wer the things of our wildest dreams dwell
a world wer doldrums and lassitudes is out of context
havent u ever questioned that?
a world wer everyone is god
im just withholding the fact that sumtyms i must think in childish ways
for one can never grow
one just simply grows taller
the mind may sponge-in knowledge
but compare it to the greater scheme of things
that in itself is a dot juxtaposed to the infinite nothingness of the generals of things
for one wud not be so much as hapi wen no1 understands
life is wonderful
not short
life is never to short to those hu enjoys it
living one day at a time
that there is short
im living one day at a time
and i still think it's loooooooooooong
life is finite
so as humans are finite
being forthright in my claims that life is not short
i will not withhold the fact that it is not
try sitting down a chair for a year
those hu are slaves of routine see life as short
wen one is enjoying time
it is short
wen one is enjoying life
and u wud hav the oppurtune time to luk bak at it
ul see the wondrous things u hav gone through
ul see that it's not so bad at all
and u wud hav the lucrative of ideas that it is not short
the world is full of slaves from routine
life shud not be chained down and limited to wat is profitable
i myb am a hypocrite
for i live an indifferent routine
i break away if i must
but breaking away the canopy to shed some light at the grubby ground, not doing the tings of wat is xpcted of me to do
id be breaking tat routine once in a while
a lapse in the unending, incessant, seemingly inevitable destination, is in itself rewarding
do u beliv that it is the journey that counts?
y then do we luk ahed?
if it is the journey that counts
it is each day that we strive to attain our goals and whims
not our goals itself
we'd never see the little gemstones stooping below our foot if we perpetually luk at wat is beyond us?
dnt let dreams be dreams
i am a dreamer
We are not brought into existence by chance nor thrown up into earth-life like wreckage cast along the shore, but are here for infinitely noble purposes - Katherine Tingley
dreams shud not be hindrances to our goals
nor shud they be our goals themselves
they shud not be used as binoculars to luk at wat is ahead of us
but shud remind us that it is not yesterday, nor tomorrow that we can achieve these dreams
but today
dreams cud come true
and shud come true
but luking at the horizon trying to attain these, blinds us to wat is in front of us
wat is in front of us are our pavements
our pathways to these dreams
one cannot reach for wat is beyond his reach
one can only luk so far as wat the eyes can see
dreams shud not be limited a scope
each day a dream
each dream a day
today's a dream come true
luk around and see that the things u hav always dreamt of are around u
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