Each one of us has one place where we return....always. In our most feeble and fragile moment we give ourselves the much essential diversion...to the good old days.
As time begins, we evolve- developing, living each day. Sometimes making each moment priceless and sometimes barely surviving them. With each breath we move closer to our destiny- or rather the destination we choose for ourselves.
During this unintelligent rat race and the tides of time, sometimes our most heartiest desires shatter as waves crashing the shores, and we wish to go back to our cocoon- a safe haven, where we knew or at least could predict the outcome. Life comprised of a simple pattern- monotonous and mundane, yet the most comforting. The good old day...sigh; may often seem a far off dream, an ever eluding illusion. But seldom one may feel they are living their dream, when life was simple- no! tough indeed but it was also a composition of all the notes of a symphony called life, all the ingredients of a gourmet.
Tired by blindly following the masses, today most of us can neither remember nor recognise our dreams.
Nobody stops to catch a breath- for they are afraid they might be left behind.
Such is the life we have made for ourselves..that we don't even have time to count what is it that we have gained and what is it that we have lost along the way.
La Belle Epoque, indeed- one could recount their life. It seems like another lifetime, another age- when humans walked the earth..raw with emotions! Not machines in just raw flesh!
As time begins, we evolve- developing, living each day. Sometimes making each moment priceless and sometimes barely surviving them. With each breath we move closer to our destiny- or rather the destination we choose for ourselves.
During this unintelligent rat race and the tides of time, sometimes our most heartiest desires shatter as waves crashing the shores, and we wish to go back to our cocoon- a safe haven, where we knew or at least could predict the outcome. Life comprised of a simple pattern- monotonous and mundane, yet the most comforting. The good old day...sigh; may often seem a far off dream, an ever eluding illusion. But seldom one may feel they are living their dream, when life was simple- no! tough indeed but it was also a composition of all the notes of a symphony called life, all the ingredients of a gourmet.
Tired by blindly following the masses, today most of us can neither remember nor recognise our dreams.
Nobody stops to catch a breath- for they are afraid they might be left behind.
Such is the life we have made for ourselves..that we don't even have time to count what is it that we have gained and what is it that we have lost along the way.
La Belle Epoque, indeed- one could recount their life. It seems like another lifetime, another age- when humans walked the earth..raw with emotions! Not machines in just raw flesh!
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