I do not believe in the uselessness of suffering. It might be a profound reason to live.

Am I selfish to rejoice in my freedom as a priceless possession? Is freedom antecedent to selfishness or does it empower us to be selfless for others?

If all my life has been a mirror reflecting the others then who am I? What are my desires?

The inception of love has always been for self. We must actualize self-love before portraying it outwards. We must overcome the despair attached to the loneliness before finding other as a companion, or else it’ll be a mere act of escapism which foster dependency.

Maybe there exists an inherent contradiction in our desires. Maybe this is the reason why we never feel contentment even after the fulfilment of our desires. Maybe we desire actually of a ‘continuous desire’ or persistence of a desire and not its ‘fulfilment’ as such.

I, is the most valuable possession of human being, a courtesy of consciousness; explore and cherish it.

Often, being in awareness and being in despair coincide.

I think the uncertainty of our lives is one such commonality that unites us all despite our varied difference.

What all I see is all that is; that exist!