We are the result of an anomaly in the harmony that created itself.

The universe is simply an example of how a painting draws itself.

The universe is my father, my mother, my sibling. Also, my friend. My teacher. It is you. And me. It is all of us.

In a seemingly indifferent and least bothered universe, why are we so worried and concerned all the time? We should just take it easy.

Perhaps somewhere along the way, we’ll find what we need to look for, and then find it.

We were always meant to wander, gaze, and wonder. But then we built homes and created employers.

Nothing here is by design. Some consequences are a result of our actions. Everything else is random and completely by chance.

There is no intelligent and consistent design in the making of our cosmos. Things just happened.

You are a minuscule part of a grander picture, but at the same time, the picture is incomplete without you.