What is that which keeps people apart? What probes to dream about doppelgänger and befriend imaginary friends? Tyler Durden, according to me, is only a doppelgänger. Seldom do they come into sunlight & face the reality. Confrontation scares their asses off, so much as they tend to live the dark side.
There is, my friend, a lot of difference between solitude and loneliness. The latter one is highly dangerous and rib tearing in virtue.
A circumscribed feeling that invades a person in absence of somebody would make days tougher, indeed the nights, the toughest. There's always this somebody in front of whom you tend to pour out & if luck favours, its well and good if that somebody is a great listener.
There's a lot humans have to toil for & accordingly a lot of turmoil is promised in the process. When you walk back home, all drooped down, clinging on to the gate, ready to hit the sack; then those soothing words from somebody can actually lighten up your mood, elevate your spirits & make you call it a fair day.
Its pretty wonderful how there's a paradigm progress in human wish list's horizon. It keeps extending into unknown distance; indefinitely.
These human relations are the ones that warn you, keep you grounded, make you feel like a star whilst your feet are still on the ground. Pretty necessary, aren't they?
That some one to share the happenings, to seek opinions from, to arrive at decisions with, to implement them & to sigh along with; at dusk.
As the dusk breaks, clouds of darkness scamper & mosquitoes hover above you & you decide its time to leave, you need a helping hand to get yourself on to your feet to keep walking into the woods; only to disappear forever.
Silence and trampled sand stay behind there as reminiscences of the spent time. Skies smile welcoming a brand new guest!
There is, my friend, a lot of difference between solitude and loneliness. The latter one is highly dangerous and rib tearing in virtue.
A circumscribed feeling that invades a person in absence of somebody would make days tougher, indeed the nights, the toughest. There's always this somebody in front of whom you tend to pour out & if luck favours, its well and good if that somebody is a great listener.
There's a lot humans have to toil for & accordingly a lot of turmoil is promised in the process. When you walk back home, all drooped down, clinging on to the gate, ready to hit the sack; then those soothing words from somebody can actually lighten up your mood, elevate your spirits & make you call it a fair day.
Its pretty wonderful how there's a paradigm progress in human wish list's horizon. It keeps extending into unknown distance; indefinitely.
These human relations are the ones that warn you, keep you grounded, make you feel like a star whilst your feet are still on the ground. Pretty necessary, aren't they?
That some one to share the happenings, to seek opinions from, to arrive at decisions with, to implement them & to sigh along with; at dusk.
As the dusk breaks, clouds of darkness scamper & mosquitoes hover above you & you decide its time to leave, you need a helping hand to get yourself on to your feet to keep walking into the woods; only to disappear forever.
Silence and trampled sand stay behind there as reminiscences of the spent time. Skies smile welcoming a brand new guest!
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