Finding time for peace and searching for oneself
The world moves so fast now... It gyrates so nauseatingly fast, sometimes we just have to hold on, stand firm on our feet, look around, breathe, enjoy the moment. Live for the moment itself. Sometimes we run around with the world so fast that we feel we are immortals participating in a race to glory. But we're not. We're just disillusioned by the mere myth -- this world we see as the place for rising up to the top. But where is the top? How do we know if we're already there or way below it, or even possibly above it that we lose our minds?
Sometimes we just have to stop.
"Life is nothing of what we think it is."
Sometimes we just have to stop.
"Life is nothing of what we think it is."