Journey of Two Pages

The Journey of Two Pages

It’s been a soaring page since I was with her. I kept writing with endless discomfort that shattered half of my goals. What was I lacking in this life of my first page?

I fell in love with my life and the people around me with an intension of preparing myself for the future. I was inspired by the documents I used to read and the articles that brought life to the wants and needs of life. There is a difference of being productive and being theatrical. I kept focusing on the desires of what the world wants and what I need to re-surface with a new phase of the road of my world. The core of being relatively positive are my strengths of the way I live and of course, there isn’t anyone who has the right to switch my co-related attractiveness towards success to their way they expect their pages to be.

My page has been meaningful most times as I really live a disciplined lifestyle which makes my page beautiful in my thoughts. I have gained experience in fields that one can truly imagine or wish to be in. I haven’t sacrificed so far in my career or in my habits that I wished to think that would be suitable in a change in my lifestyle. What I believe is a natural propaganda that takes the life with the flow by keeping the natural aspects in place with a mixture of discipline and the key to lock all worldly rules that can overrule the journey of my page.

Yes, I have seen people from various walks of life. Yes, I have seen how their reactions were when there were misleading factors that parred away from their unsecured way of living which led to the depths of animosity of being a vagabond and of being like a disruptive mistresses. The world is corrupt. But it is us or me that does have the ability to mold to a certain shape to live in the journey of the first page.

The truth about the first page is not being distinctive. But it is about self-freedom and the life you need to fulfill. Just like the empty parking zone is the mind, but the physical structure of the compound or the building defines all. The journey has been tough and will always be tough. Though it can decisive to know the monstrous anger that seldom woos away. Where or what does this life on the first page belong to. It recaps the whole self being from being brought to the kingdom of responsibilities. But something that we all; let me rephrase that to “I” can understand and feel is the vision and the mission we tend to forget.

“Are we forgetting it or is it that we can’t bend the responsibilities to work for the future?” 

The loneliness that has hidden inside and outside me, makes me feel to be lonelier when I know that the journey of the first page will prolong in the future.

I felt that the second page became corruptive than the first page. It was the sign of my weakness that lacked the ability to understand the life that was routed to me and inculcate in the vision of that true self. The second page was the nothing like that of the first. This earth is not only a machine, but a timer where we all run behind something that doesn’t define who we actually are. The ideology behind every breath that we take, will decide who will find the mission of life and who will move on with theirs. If the words are not bitter and doesn’t make sense to you then what makes it worth. I have been to lot many roads and the fleet of stairs of life to think and realize one day to which a question should be asked to was “Have you walked or ran enough?”

This document took almost three days to finish. Yes, three. The solution to the life’s mystery can only be found if you open your heart and talk it out to yourselves before someone else grabs that opportunity and ask you that very same question that pondered in your thoughts for a very long time.

Yet again, think what mattered the most. Was it self-worth or being humanitarian being. I know to a fact that being spiritual and virtual and mingling with the well to do being is a disastrous formation to grow old and cold. In fact, when people say, prayer is something where strength are given. Does anyone have imagined how hurtful that statement is? When a generous person lives in the limelight that statement never appears. It is just that, people are trying to be consolidating than being remorse.

The journey of this second page doesn’t come down to feeling ridiculed or shameful. This is how humanitarian life is. We live to seek the light of others. But what happens in the end. We die alone. So the question that still perplexes my mind is “when you know that you are dying alone, why to seek the light of others in the first place?”