When did your life begin?
Without a single mindset, No.

Just for a while, remember, when was the last time you said “No”. That instant you will realize how the vibration of “No” moves you. Say “No” to all those things that have nothing to do with you. For the ears that are obsessed to hear Yes, let it know it’s time to get adjusted.

Say “No” to “No”.
Say “No” to break the web as for the references;
When Yes is sublime, No is strength.
When Yes is slavery, No is freedom.
When Yes is being naive, No is growth.
When Yes is a dilemma, No is the answer.
Say “No” to dark clouds, black rain and stagnant silence.
Say “No” if it saves your time and the energy, while Yes leads towards the ditch.
No is a new beginning, where Yes is the end.

Excuse me, but this is not the end. Remember for what you read this, and the very next time think twice seeking a better reason to say “No”. Be vocal. Say “No” to adore the essence within. Say “No” to “No”, even when nobody understands, and live for what is right. This is a mantra of touching lives, from where your life begins.

And, this is socialization, the trails of the examined life. For your first dare, “No” may not be a comfort zone but it will change the life forever. Believe me.
And here, I shall not be in between. Let me be nobody at this time as well.

Sincerely yours,
The Anonymous Traveller

Being in-between is never the lackluster of choice. I heed choices around like flyers wanting to join a cause. Imaginary circus of arts that never heed the claims of self choice. Choice disregards the claims of the imaginary circus. Disregarding all claims. Flyers flying around the in-between being free. Captured within there realm. Realm full of artistic surges! Extending past its bubble. Purging a focus deeming itself without worthy statements. Since actuality isn’t much of a focus for being in-between. A bubble surrounding even greater surfaces. One marked by choices. Marked by claims. Even marking self choice. Anti disregarding symptoms. Caring for what actually happens. An illusion in the light, that purges the shade holding two halves into one singular point. Points too judgy for claims, such as responsibility. No yes’s and no’s to be the counter balance. Imaginary circus becoming somewhat tainted. Heeds around choices without claims to care. Surging the realm full of arts. Nothing happens, until it chooses to act. I am in-between. And I am balance itself.