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I can see loved ones embracing eachother in silenced trust. And an inevitable benevolent sensation erupts within me. A sensation of true goodness, and affection for the whole, of which we're merely a tiny fragment of. Living busy lives occupied with false promises and doubts in the reflection of our eyes. But despite all that is sinister, and all that is shrouded in mist, I cannot feel anything but gratitude that I am. And for all that I am. Seeing tiny miracles everywhere I go. Enhanced by the love of unity, and for oneself.

 

We are so much more than bones and blood encaged in a fragile fleshy shell. But this prison is here for a reason though. Have you ever had an itch that you can't scratch no matter how you try, and no matter how much you think of not to think, you think about it even more?

 

To feel lonely is to abandon the fact and realization that we are everything. We are infinity. We are one with everything that orbits around us. And the only thing that is keeping us at just the comfortable distance from it, is how we in the end define ourselves.

 

Life is, in essence of everyday life a true blessing very few people ever realize. Walking in dead lines and continuing our narrow way of life. And we wonder why, we are deeply anxious about our choices in life. Always wanting our path to be the right one, before walking it. But answer me this. How can you know the feeling of true affection by reading a love poem? Or the warmth of the sun by a picture?