"We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity."
//Paul Coelho; The Alchemist
It's one of those days. Those days when it's dark in the afternoon and you're sitting inside, warm and toasty, with good music playing, hot tea waiting and the possibilities that stretch ahead are endless, amazingly endless. On such days, I could do anything, be anyone and everything that I always wanted to be. I remember something that I wrote nearly four years back. That sometimes you wish you were something. Something more glamorous, something more mysterious, something more fragile, something more special. But you cannot be what you wish you could be. You are just who you are.
Four years on, nothing's changed. And I'm still just coming to grips with all that I am.
"We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity."
//Paul Coelho; The Alchemist
It's one of those days. Those days when it's dark in the afternoon and you're sitting inside, warm and toasty, with good music playing, hot tea waiting and the possibilities that stretch ahead are endless, amazingly endless. On such days, I could do anything, be anyone and everything that I always wanted to be. I remember something that I wrote nearly four years back. That sometimes you wish you were something. Something more glamorous, something more mysterious, something more fragile, something more special. But you cannot be what you wish you could be. You are just who you are.
Four years on, nothing's changed. And I'm still just coming to grips with all that I am.
