Wanderings..

Somewhere, somehow i always thought destiny is made with our own bare hands..we make our path..but never face myself that others could erase it..so easy.. right before my own eyes..as they do over..and over again.



I always fight against what i thought it was unfair, unworhty, undignifying.. like a hero facing evil..but without a cape..without any mask..and simply showing my true self..

I think its hard to find the right pieces in this world..
Life is like a collection of neverending puzzles..and sometimes when we finnally think we found the last one, and are eager to see the landscape it hides..the final puzzle it's not what we expected..or the puzzle isn't finished at all or the last piece just doesn't seem to fit in..and the hard we try to push forward, the puzzle just gets all mixed up again..and all the work we have put in this beloved puzzle was worthless..

This is a way of thinking..but what can we do after all? If we had fight so much for a purpose we think is right, why should we can't get rewarded for what we have done? and why couldn't we finish the damn puzzle? didn't we put all our strengths to studying all the remaining pieces of this maze we got into...?



There are many "why's", many "who's", but we can always count on belief..hope..will..inner strength..and when that is lost..a cry for help is listened..by a friend..by someone..by love itself..or if the darkness hears it..only silence can help you..and believe me, that help don't lead to anywhere..because you can suffer eternally and hide beneath darkness..but that will only disguise the warm heart of light you have inside..and the inner beauty that lies beneath...