NOVEMBER 27 2020
Sometimes we are lost in knowing who we are.
Artificially-made kindness burrow into our lives, we are losing the true form of ourselves.
And call it a happiness, believing this is the real me living in a twisted reality.
Happiness is never disturbed like a calm night ocean.
What does it take to maintain our mind in state of calmness?
We should face the true form of ourselves.
Judgement based on only the fragment can be dangerous like a tip of an iceberg.
Careful observation of myself discovers different form of true me.
It can be under the shadow of familiarity.
Disappointment is a waste in discovering who we are.
The true form of myself can go beyond immense possibilities.
With the courage to find the real me on hand, then we can finally call it a ‘happiness’.
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