The worlds at a standstill, Day's are passing by.
Time has stopped yet there's something, somewhere that's eating up the morning and the night goes on.
It's a fucking drag sometimes when you think of it. Sitting by the railing, wondering how did all of this come to what it is.
Where is it. That sweet state of serenity, where everything seems to be in its right place.
Unfair it might be at times, where all of us live in the same bubble, catching glimpses of eternal peace.
But that's just an illusion, it's the way the human mind is set to think i'd say. We set out with all our priorities fixed, knowing what to do, where to go, what to see, what to feel and our actions take course with time.
I don't know how to explain how people suddenly lose their physical being somewhere, and with their thought - perception going over the roof, it's superpower.
It's almost a different phenomena.
You care more about those stars and galaxies, you care more about the moon, than the earth you live on?
I wouldn't say don't think , but the problems on the land you live on are way more than what you can see.
It ain't an easy road, if you individually look at your own little screens, the fact that you're here at this point of time with a goal set in your head and your body working towards it with your brain, go team!
But there's much more to it, cos as you widen your horizon, again, Tread with your best effort, avoiding the puddles there to bring you down.
You're being carved.
You're being shaped and re-shaped, into making yourself the perfect machine, selfish or not won't matter then.
It's a part of your journey, but it depends if you choose to be on the straight swift strip and take a short sprint, or fall downhill and climb with determination, with bravery and will power, as you see the sun rise ahead.
The little pebbles of darkness crumble with every brave step we make towards our goal, killing the roaches of fear and crushing the buds of disappointment, no. It's all a happy-go-lucky story, carved with quality and blessing, don't let the iceberg get you man. Titanic really was a fucking big ship.
Remember,
There's always a sun you'll have to face after your dark, dreadful ways.
There's always a beam of light which will arrive, when you'll know it's over now, and you can smile with relief.
There's always a warmth at the end of the cold, freezing path which will blanket you.
There's always going to be a light, even in the darkest of places.
There comes a point in life, where you have to make a choice. You have to draw a line.
It's destiny that decides whether you over-step or fall short.
Time has stopped yet there's something, somewhere that's eating up the morning and the night goes on.
It's a fucking drag sometimes when you think of it. Sitting by the railing, wondering how did all of this come to what it is.
Where is it. That sweet state of serenity, where everything seems to be in its right place.
Unfair it might be at times, where all of us live in the same bubble, catching glimpses of eternal peace.
But that's just an illusion, it's the way the human mind is set to think i'd say. We set out with all our priorities fixed, knowing what to do, where to go, what to see, what to feel and our actions take course with time.
I don't know how to explain how people suddenly lose their physical being somewhere, and with their thought - perception going over the roof, it's superpower.
It's almost a different phenomena.
You care more about those stars and galaxies, you care more about the moon, than the earth you live on?
I wouldn't say don't think , but the problems on the land you live on are way more than what you can see.
It ain't an easy road, if you individually look at your own little screens, the fact that you're here at this point of time with a goal set in your head and your body working towards it with your brain, go team!
But there's much more to it, cos as you widen your horizon, again, Tread with your best effort, avoiding the puddles there to bring you down.
You're being carved.
You're being shaped and re-shaped, into making yourself the perfect machine, selfish or not won't matter then.
It's a part of your journey, but it depends if you choose to be on the straight swift strip and take a short sprint, or fall downhill and climb with determination, with bravery and will power, as you see the sun rise ahead.
The little pebbles of darkness crumble with every brave step we make towards our goal, killing the roaches of fear and crushing the buds of disappointment, no. It's all a happy-go-lucky story, carved with quality and blessing, don't let the iceberg get you man. Titanic really was a fucking big ship.
Remember,
There's always a sun you'll have to face after your dark, dreadful ways.
There's always a beam of light which will arrive, when you'll know it's over now, and you can smile with relief.
There's always a warmth at the end of the cold, freezing path which will blanket you.
There's always going to be a light, even in the darkest of places.
There comes a point in life, where you have to make a choice. You have to draw a line.
It's destiny that decides whether you over-step or fall short.
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