"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its root into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write." Rainier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Life is so utterly fragile.
So vulnerable, so indefinite and its strange i feel so while i have a life building inside me.
All that we do,say,think or plan where does it leaves us when the master decides to call us back home.
I often think about someone i lost from my family,and i guess anyone who had lost a dear one find themselves thinking about this too.
I just want to make something of me,the time that i had been given i want to make it count.
No doubt i want to be successful and comfortably settled but also i wish to grow spiritually with each passing day. I made a small prayer today. Hope it gets granted.


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