The Wandering Soul

Words come by and words leave you alone. But some words tend to carve out a place in your soul forever.

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António Nogueira Pessoa and his words.

I don't know how many souls I have. 

I've changed at every moment. 

I always feel like a stranger. 

I've never seen or found myself. 

From being so much, I have only soul. 

A man who has soul has no calm. 

A man who sees is just what he sees. 

A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. 

Each of my dreams and each desire belongs to whoever had it, not me. 

I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey - Various, mobile, and alone. 

Here where I am I can't feel myself.

That's why I read, as a stranger, my being as if it were pages. 

Not knowing what will come and forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading.

What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?" God knows, because he wrote it.

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Oh, such beautifully written words.

Let It Go

Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.

Sometimes it is the smallest decisions that can change your life forever. Or maybe it is the biggest decision changing your life forever.

They say change is good. Change is constant. Everything happens for a reason. But are we not consoling the heart, mind and soul to accept brutality of the present?

Are we really prepared for changes? Or do we embrace them just because there is no other choice left?

I'd say change isn't always the best thing you could have wished for. The trouble is not being able to avoid it, at all. We all hope for a better tomorrow. Hence, the willingness to accept change becomes a necessity. I too, hope for a brighter future. For all. And selfishly, for myself too. Change is inevitable. And so, I'll move on along with this change. I will accept what life throws back at me, with more hope, and also, dreams to follow.

This ain't the end. This will be a newer (brighter, perhaps) start. The start to a brand new chapter. The start for new challenges. The uncertain clear blue sky, and wings for the bird who now wishes to fly high.

At the end of the day, we're on our own. The power to silence the unnecessary questions, and the courage to move forward.

We all have a purpose, or maybe we don't. On this note. And as of today. This. This is what I shall follow. Learn to trust the journey, even when you do not understand it.

Happy blogging start!


P.S.  There are no literary skills in the posts to follow. These are just musings, trying to be portrayed in the best possible common language!

Hi there!

Hi!

This site would undergo changes in the near future (since a definite timeline would be stressful). Nonetheless, tune in to this space for more stuff coming in soon (after four years, things would finally be back in action).

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