Musings on life and stuff
Questioning is speaking. Speaking is being. Being is not feeling. Feeling is not being. And so life goes: entrances and exits and so much pondering in between.
The Sandman is an elusive fella. No matter how many sleepless nights you spend looking for him, you won’t find the tiniest speck of him. But then, just like that,...
When our dearly departed leave this earth, they go on living in our memories, in our thoughts, in our words, in our actions… in us.