All of us are caught in the modern struggle to inhabit on identity without being defined by it. We attend meetings, functions and other statistic requirements and in trying to meet all demands end up losing the battle with our public image. Not sure who we are, seems like a fix for a problem that did not exist. We would have been better off when the earth was without form, void and darkness up was on the face of the deep.
Tired of being on the heights I deliberately went to the depths in the search of new sensations. I never found the middle ground between those extremes, although I glimpsed it. All excess, as well as renovations, brings its own punishments.
The greatest gift you can give someone is your time, Because its like giving a portion of your life that you can never get back .
We have always believed we can change overnight stripping, off our ornate marks and put on a different looks on our face. We want to put our old passions out of sight and find new days relieved of all that we regretted. But something always stays and we will not be outwitted and so we stumble. And the rain continues on the roof with such a sound of pitying laughter!
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