Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Yeah, its been a while hasn't it? I've been thinking and thinking hard about life...
According to someone funny, "the moon is more important than the sun, because it gives us light at night when light is needed, but the sun only gives us light during day when light isn't really needed. " As funny as that sounds, in our daily lives, we are met with similar circumstances and people. We miss the big picture when it is needed and instead get caught in the petty issues.
The problem is that we live our lives searching for the big things and forget to enjoy the small gifts of life. We are always caught in between. The world divided itself into continents and countries, and then talk about unity and peace. People talk about societies, yet have no clue about their family. Parents want their children to be born free and think big, but only according to what they say. Children grow up but in the end wish they never did.
Life becomes a struggle, always trying to fit into a shell of expectations created by others, that keeps you away from reaching for the stars that you can only dream of. Is it because you are safer in the shell or is it a worry that you might break the fragile shell? We know what is right, yet we are not able to fight for it. We know what is wrong, yet we are unable to stop ourselves.
According to someone funny, "the moon is more important than the sun, because it gives us light at night when light is needed, but the sun only gives us light during day when light isn't really needed. " As funny as that sounds, in our daily lives, we are met with similar circumstances and people. We miss the big picture when it is needed and instead get caught in the petty issues.
The problem is that we live our lives searching for the big things and forget to enjoy the small gifts of life. We are always caught in between. The world divided itself into continents and countries, and then talk about unity and peace. People talk about societies, yet have no clue about their family. Parents want their children to be born free and think big, but only according to what they say. Children grow up but in the end wish they never did.
Life becomes a struggle, always trying to fit into a shell of expectations created by others, that keeps you away from reaching for the stars that you can only dream of. Is it because you are safer in the shell or is it a worry that you might break the fragile shell? We know what is right, yet we are not able to fight for it. We know what is wrong, yet we are unable to stop ourselves.
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