The empty space between man and his real self is growing.
With shrinking of forms and thoughts... space is growing around human miseries.
You’re looking at the blue sky awash with sunlight, why are you scared of tomorrow’s clouds and snow?
Forget about your age. Time is horizontal madness. Who said that?
This moment alone will save you from your own unhappiness. Celebrate! The BREATH inside you is made of Gold!
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