I haven’t lived long enough to know if death could be more pleasant than life. I’ve lived long enough to know that what matters is to make each day alive count.
I haven’t loved strong enough to understand two bodies one soul. I have loved enough to know I cant live entrapped with not even my soul to call just my own.
I haven’t read enough to claim to know it all. I’ve read enough to know that tomorrow I shall read something that amazes me more than what I learnt today.
I haven’t traveled enough to know every corner of the world. I’ve traveled enough to know only one place can ever be called home.
I haven’t been away from home long enough to know what home-sickness is. I’ve been away enough to know you can never go ‘home’ again.
I haven’t lost enough to ever have felt I have nothing more to lose. I’ve lost enough to know I can never get back what I had.
I haven’t ever wanted enough to not want anything more. I’ve wanted enough to know what a desperate measure is.
I haven't done a lot of things I wanted to do, but when I think of it,
I haven’t, and yet, I have…
Something I found on my laptop that I haven't used in ages.. when I wrote it, it din't really appeal to me, and now when i looked at it.. it did,
This is sort of poetry right??
Note2: The line in italics(I haven't done a lot of things I wanted to do, but when I think of it) was contributed by my traveler friend and fellow blogger Angelo . You can look at some of the pictures from his travels here .
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Saturday, 24 October 2009
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