I like my days in transit as I do not feel that I am here. Moving along with the people around me, becoming a direction. Destination, anywhere. I thought of the distances between countries, how similar it is to humans. It is essential so as to make every journey more meaningful and valuable. Every meeting a memory.
So it shattered.
Once again people will fail you. They say you forced it. They say let it be naturally. They say you are expecting too much. They say they have tried but you do not see.
They said.
I say. So it shall be done. I say I will walk away without force without expectation without seeing without forcing.
I said.
"No matter how long we exist, we have our memories - points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems."
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