Bliss.

Bliss.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars?

There is something so poetically beautiful about fleeting moments of happiness even though you know they are only like drops of rain in a parched land, like an oasis in the sultry desert and maybe like a moment that isn't really yours but only a dream you know you shall be awakened from.

Yet, sunshine isn't dulled in its warmth even if lasts for only a short while in the cold North, a rainbow shall always make heads turn even if may disappear in the blink of an eye, a comet darts across the starlit sky in moments, yet that mystical scene remains etched for eternity and no matter how how brief the spectacle lasts, its one that remains close to you.

As clichèd as it might sound, it is no wonder that the best literature or arts stem not from a state of euphoria or contentment but more often from that painfully beautiful state of incomplete jigsaws. 

Life is short, times change, we know not what tomorrow holds but its upto us to make the most of the Time as the clock keeps ticking. To make every moment worthwhile, to have good memories worth cherishing and to have the strength to tide over and look past the bitter memories.


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