My thoughts are roving around their conjectures and perceivings. They came rampant a short while ago and I am sipping their cautionary truth, their regrets, efforts and disappointments out of failed attempts to frighten another. Their malleable quests that fall into the arena of others which is never reached by them. The precarious state of their odyssey and forsaken courses. What is absent inside, you cannot find outside.
And I am back home again, serene, lightly curling up on the couch, closing my eyes. Before letting the recent visit washed away, I lay my eyes upon it…
You cannot seek the answer to someone else’s quest. You cannot be made wise by someone else’s wisdom. You cannot be scared of someone else’s fears. You cannot be fooled by another’s foolery. You cannot become happy with someone else’s happiness. A cunning conjecture or wordplay simply has no power over you. Nothing has power over you unless you make it yours. You cannot be limited by someone else’s limitations.
It’s the statement of your freedom and your power over you. You can tap the unquantified source of strength. Your ability to mould and shape yourself and choose the direction. Life goes on as usual but the precious liberation brought to you by each experience is worth the pain. Worth living.