The specie called man is unpredictable.
His outside looks deceptively believing yet the inward being is evil.
He tends to know everything life is about and yet ignorantly believes his present state is a definite proof of success.
He tends to crucify the fallen and seeks for an atonement when reality sets in. As far as secrecy is concerned, he is worse than what is less assumed.
He struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.
He assumes loneliness is a situation where he is left alone to himself but doesn’t know it is a state of mind that makes it an incurable illness.
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t lived yet.
He helped a man climb a mountain and found that he too had reached the top.
Whatever happened to him has been waiting to happen since the beginning of time when he devalued character.
He who looks outside, dreams; he who looks inside, awakes..
It is only in destiny that a person becomes something he is not meant for.
His thoughts are someone else’s opinions, his passions a replicate.
Time and spirituality is the revealer of man’s intent and his existence. Eternity voices out in pain
when what looks passionately real is only a subject of diverted purpose.