One is taught to believe life is supposed to make sense, one needs a goal and achieve the goal, fall in love, marry and have kids. Love again is supposed to be with this imperfect somebody who is supposed to be perfect for you. But there comes a time in life,when neither love nor life makes any sense. All the values that one cherishes on friendship, love , commitment , relations, success all fades out out and what remains are some vague ideas. Strangely a random stranger encounter can bring back the sense of identity or rather bring back the lost pieces of life. The randomness then seems like a careful design and the purpose lies to discover oneself better on all levels. To see life in a manner one has not seen before, to share moments that otherwise would have been mundane ...for all that and more, I thank you...
Dedicated to all those who have left an impression in my life and taught me something about me, helped to know me better.
P.s. I had a great bday:)
June 12, 2011
A bday post
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2 comments:
:) will remember this... :)
In one way everything is a chance occurrence. If we were born in slums, we wouldn't have got good education, good culture (may be). On the other hand everything is perfectly designed. I guess that's why Guruji says truth is multidimensional.Just a play and display of a vikruthi consciousness:-D
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