When I meets the Eye

Why is there a need to vent our emotions out?
Is it really human or an idea planted into our brains?

The only thing to lose, to be free, is the skin of fear that we wear.

How can we give up on life, on our dreams - when there exists so much more out there, that our eyes and heart are yet to cherish?

Beauty is when Black and White coexist.

Isnt it better to not have Freedom than to never have even understood it?!

Man's pride in meaningless evolution.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
~Alan Watts

Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other opinions drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
~ Steve Jobs

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed individuals can change the world.
~Margaret Mead

Wings.

The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
~ Proust

Staircase to Heaven :P

“Like a true Nature's child, we were born, born to be wild”
~ Steppenwolf

Ever heard water flowing uphill?! Never.
The one thing that doesn't inspire me about water is its nature, its true nature.
It doesn't have strength of its own.

It makes me wonder, how worthy is it, to live like water.
To have dreams, but no strength to pursue them.
To give up like water, as soon as life hits a rock.

It makes me wonder, how the nature of water relates to the lifestyle of "comfort zone".
What is the beginning of mind and soul degradation? Hollowness wrapped in a cosy blanket of comfort.

Only if "Romance" could be bottled.

She closed her eyes. Every drop of rain that hit her face, fueled her belief. Her mind started to travel again through the chamber of unexplored moments. She reached somewhere within nowhere. She could sense him breathing.

Chaos in Silence pricks with a million memories