Hey!!! guys don't you
feel it! Almost after many years of busy & shit life, fake promises and
little to do seems to be an opportunity to be free from everything in the
beginning of the Outbreak of COVID19, the perfect combo which has submerge my
instinct to the grave. How? Just consider the images of memories without
revealing the lightning thunder which can stuck without sound. Neither opened
the one that had been preserved so well considering it can let tears roll down
missing those wonderful and beautiful, ups and down memoirs of antique life.
Wow! suddenly its emerging same as the childhood promises which use to come
from nowhere deep inside; I swear to God knowingly that HE is omnipresent.
Though finding HIM or keeping promises are same as those promises made by
laying on the death bed.
Yet, time taught us GOD is nature; it just created us to build our own mason within its limitation, not to destroy it.
As its well quoted by William Shakespeare, “Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Let’s raise our hand and held head high and play the game of perfect fool. Stop comparing the superiority of being rich or poor. Our presence is essential unless I do have faith upon myself. Thus, I found defining myself instead of defying other let me dig better grave in the path securin’ chance of second life being alive.
