If at all happiness had a form, it may be something like glass.
One doesn't notice it normally, but it really is there.
You just have to change the way you look at it for the glass to reflect light. And once Self is realized …illusiveness of life isn't worth living it has to be taken ,wrestled and formed in in our own image ,twisted and drained .As for others enduring platonic submission is a joke and more cruel for those who get in your way ,triggering the clarity of ur very thought to its primordial mode of perception.
Sometimes we just bump our head without knowing what we have or what we found even a small part is to be cherished and loved ……Be happy keep drilling the very foundation you were forged in ,as for , even the highest peak is inhabitable, an epitome of decadence and vortex of spiritual unproductivity..
One doesn't notice it normally, but it really is there.
You just have to change the way you look at it for the glass to reflect light. And once Self is realized …illusiveness of life isn't worth living it has to be taken ,wrestled and formed in in our own image ,twisted and drained .As for others enduring platonic submission is a joke and more cruel for those who get in your way ,triggering the clarity of ur very thought to its primordial mode of perception.
Sometimes we just bump our head without knowing what we have or what we found even a small part is to be cherished and loved ……Be happy keep drilling the very foundation you were forged in ,as for , even the highest peak is inhabitable, an epitome of decadence and vortex of spiritual unproductivity..
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