The more simple the life looks, it gets more complicated than what i think it is. I been thinking, why am i not feeling happy, what am i sad about. I was lost in my thoughts and wanted to sit on the side of some bank of the river or in the midst of some busy lane of the road to sink up myself in the flow. I went upstairs and sat on the edge of the wall to have a clear look of the running Highway road. I was not thinking of any thing but my mind was talking to myself. I was not able to hear anything as was talking to myself but i was continously glaring on the crowd and something unknown to me was there in me like a third person.
While looking at the moving cars, people etc, something was departing from my soul and lifting of the load of my thoughts. It was a relief and at last i got my senses back talking to me instead of a third person living in me. I recollected myself in the memories of my life being happy and worried for some. I was knowing in a moment that what was causing me so much pain is the belief of letting go off the things from my life. I was sure that i am not at all doing something wrong. Why i need to hold on things where i can clearly entrace the end before i rush for it. Sometime the entrances are closed deliberately to avoid catastrophe for the life.
It is not a mistake to enrich yourself with the beauty of living the life by crossing over your own barriers. There are very few people who can contain so much to share in their life and a few to hide. Even the bad's of your life can replicate into the life's of someone you know or not known but are we really remain indifferent even to the people we are not knowing. I think i am not. Even you give a look to beggar too and pity or exasperate on his continous pleas. So, its a beauty of yourself to forgive others and yourself for repenting on the mistakes we like to hide for whole life but believe me it give more pain than crossing over the lane because either the beggar keep pleaing in your thoughts everytime or you see him leaving blessing you for a happy life.
Soften your hard before it started to clot life.
