The world is fading.
Trusting it is the habit of naughts.
Observing it is the habit of sages.
So insightful is it.
But nay, should you step into it.
Have you ever seen families and friends departing?
Not because they wished, but because that's life.
Ah! Those were the faithfuls who backed and played with their babies,
Inventing tiny screams and laughter, becoming their unfading identity.
Those were the friends with whom jokes were cracked,
Secrets aching the heart and problems troubling the mind were shared.
Alas! All were in the past.
Have you ever realized why fleeting bloom petals fade away,
Turning the once "serenity garden" into a forest
Where the petals create a gentle whisper when stepped on?
Memories dwindle, leaving scents, places, colors, words, sounds, and whispers left unspoken as the standby.
Have you ever wondered why?
Opportunities come thousands of times in life.
Only when you tap into them wholeheartedly
Do you leave peace in every place.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
The world is fading.
Trusting it is the habit of naughts.
Observing it is the habit of sages.
So insightful is it.
But nay, should you step into it.
Have you ever seen families and friends departing?
Not because they wished, but because that's life.
Ah! Those were the faithfuls who backed and played with their babies,
Inventing tiny screams and laughter, becoming their unfading identity.
Those were the friends with whom jokes were cracked,
Secrets aching the heart and problems troubling the mind were shared.
Alas! All were in the past.
Have you ever realized why fleeting bloom petals fade away,
Turning the once "serenity garden" into a forest
Where the petals create a gentle whisper when stepped on?
Memories dwindle, leaving scents, places, colors, words, sounds, and whispers left unspoken as the standby.
Have you ever wondered why?
Opportunities come thousands of times in life.
Only when you tap into them wholeheartedly
Do you leave peace in every place.
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