image. This image reminds me so much of so many yesterdays.

When we awake to the harsh realities of the choices we have made.

    Those ones we can never ever take back or redress. We miss the old “us”.

I miss those moments when I could just be in bed, hold a phone in my left hand, impatiently waiting for my first love’s call. Those were the days!

Those were the moments I felt most alive.

Those were the times I could walk in confidence because someone’s got my back. Got my back. Not my body.

Those moments you could feel at peace, ignorant of that kind of joy experienced when your hidden feels soggy.

Cheers to the Homo sapiens who believe that joy is the only one that counts

Cheers to the Homo sapiens whose hiddens on other Unknown hiddens knowingly mount.

Cheers to the troubled nights you joyfully invite in. For nothing unknown has proved to have an aftermath of a known!

Its better to perfect a masterpiece you already have sewn.

What have you already sewn? On which religious thread is it known?

You may prove to be agnostic but that being,even, is a deep religion.

One which makes you believe in yourself only and depend on the universe also.

You see, religion is all about being dependent, whether you go on your knees or stand on your feet.

Being pious demands you be resilient, to the values you grow painstakingly as seeds.

So define joy, and walk in the beauty of it. Joy is justly jealous, so walk in the beauty of it.

    How better it is to perfect the values you apprenticed to master.

How best the freedom that sinks into being when those values you steadily foster.


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