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Our purpose is laced with our perception. In this selfish existence where we all want to be seen and refuse to see, truth becomes an elusion.
Nice to know that u exist in both the world. One realistic, cold selfish and mundane world and other warm paradiso of your fantasy world where He exists with you.
Wish I could request you let me steal few glimpse of your paradise and your Angel. But I am too judgmental for that. still I wish someday u shall get your Angel who shall wrap his existence around you and you both vanish in each other to resurrect beauty
Quest for Reason is the reason for suffering and essence of our journey. If there would have been no hope of existence of reason we would have not been living. Although I am an atheist and the quest for reasons is my escape from reality I also hate reason. Why is that reason, that one truth so elusive????.....
Happiness is a sign of selfishness. Happiness is quest of our will to create a version of universe where our wishes command the world. So let’s continue playing chess
Bullshit there is nothing called as eternal happiness. Being unhappy with present is Humanity .that’s what is our essence .that’s what makes the concept of utopia and that’s why we have dreams. And Buddha????? That’s idiot who run away from reality of our life and pain. Middle path?? Nonsense. Eternal happiness is in being unhappy with being optimistic
Hmm have you Heard of Phoenix? Who resurrects herself from Ashes of Death...? Pain is the essential nectar don’t run away from it. I have been through that street of pain many times and every time i came out a better human.dont try to be Buddhist and be a coward
Death is not a destiny it’s a part of journey. I am Hindu Brahmin :)
Ignorant soul searching Lone Lane in a erroneous world. I have been to that street many times there a'nt any everlasting Love lane. And then I realized I was blindfolded with selfish love.Open your blindfold let the eternal sunshine seep in your heart and you will find that street. It’s within you .let that street open wash it with knowledge and someone will walk in.
Your arms ... refuge from the coldness of our intellect which never let us find any answer. May be journey is our destiny