Once a year, go somewhere you have never been before, and go somewhere alone.
I am here to raise some questions that haunt me from time to time, especially when it strikes me that death is inevitable and our lifespan is but a drop in the ocean of the cosmic timeline.
Life teaches us many lessons the hard way, and we as humans are adapted to learn from them. It’s just that the paths of these lessons are different for the two halves of the world.
It is our responsibility as the highest life forms on Earth to protect and preserve ourselves and all other earthlings.
Nothing is in place, unless the very dark thoughts that keep hovering in our head are driven away by beams of understanding, insightful and non-judgemental conversations.
We are too comfortable following the existing social fabric than cutting through it and quitting it. We are afraid to try, and too tired to give in the effort which it demands.
It is meant to be a practical approach coated with the essentials of sentiments that resonate with our sense of oneness with the planet we call our home, and the living world in general.
Do we really have to be like this? On our toes, desperate for approval, dying to be popular, aware of pop-culture but not of our immediate surroundings, even less of what’s going on inside our own heads?
I have been able to fathom emotions that I never knew existed in the first place.
Music is meant to make you feel good about yourself, as is every other art form that you can make a part of your life.