Left out

 How fast this growing chaotic universe works. In the blink of an eye billions of new stars are created and maybe millions might die. All alone in the vast universe. Imagine yourself a small tiny human living in a small tiny planet again in small tiny galaxy. Where you have nothing your own. Yet you name your house, a land, car and fortune… I call it timely bounded material which is in use and you will eventually abandon it.

Same as we human do with our feelings. We attach it to someone. We create and recreate memories just to serve again with timely bounded life. How cruel is that if we don’t live it for ourselves? Not loving your own-self and respecting for the sake of your fragile heart which carries love, emotions, fear and vulnerability. 

Don’t listen to what people will say. Listen to your heart,what it says? When you will be old and bed ridden atleast you should have something to tell to your grandchildren’s. Hopefully only if you will find a love of your life and you will marry. Otherwise it will be as gloomy as storm which takes everything and have nothing to give. 

The man who sit with his book, pen and paper is the man who is in the search of his beloved. The one who he can see and smile, hug and cry for hours and marry to have a great family. And when he will be old he will have a lot of beautiful grandchildren asking him to recite any poem he wrote when he was young or a beautiful story of love and longing…