Monday, August 23
We are so easily contented. Maybe not, maybe yes. But just that simple human touch, and we wished for no more. Maybe so, maybe not. But sometimes we are just so uncomplicated. Gain acceptance, gain confidence. Loners are not accepted. Maybe, for that split second of our existence, and we can better realize what we have is the better part of the deal. Or maybe it’s just simply the act of giving, and wishing for nothing in return that is more profiting. Nothing can convey the exact significance of such, but perhaps the blurriness between action and inaction would be more consoling.
Posted by Isabelle at 12:33 am