Thursday, September 26, 2013

Sometimes I wonder, what our souls are really made up of. When we all are made of up of same things, why are we still so different? Why are there so many paradoxes living in this world. Some times the most promising of situations do not work out and some times most unlikely of factors gel together, so well?

Life looks like a never ending race, where everyone seems to be running... just running... just like that, because there is no other option. You want... or not, you have to run.. else, life will drag you and throw you where you belong to.

In reality, there are perhaps, no friends, no enemies, no sou lmates, no relationships, nothing. There are just people - who give you experiences and memories. That is the reason, why same people, sometimes, give you the loveliest and the ugliest memories of your life.