Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.
|Somewhere..in the 'Valley of Dreams'|
I've always wanted to be somewhere, somewhere far, far from myself where I can sit and sit to see beyond I could see. Wanted to touch the clouds, get lost inside the abstract existence that one could imagine and here I was. I finally reached the 'Valley of Dreams', the Valley I've always wanted to be in, always wanted to explore.
That was an early morning. I packed my stuffs that I thought I would need once I was there. And as I approached that city, it slowly started to fade in. My conscious started to tell me, probably, this was it. Came a long way to discover the lone city, the lone valley full of nature, full of silence. Silence that was different, different from usual. Many come, pass through it everyday and very few notice eyes that stare. The eyes of the valley that stare at you and ask, what are you here for.
Here for ?? That's probably an odd question but yes, it stared. Stared and asked me 'why was I there for? I had no choice regarding not to ask myself and then I realized, I couldn't come up with a satisfying answer. Maybe I was there to discover, to discover the one that's been within for many long years.
I'm a stranger, as always. Been a stranger and that's my identity since long. Stranger who has been a stranger to the ones who've loved him. So, here I was, in solitude and with a hope that I'll discover things. Things that'll cherish myself for long days ahead.
(....from the book 'Valley of Dreams'....)