I was never one of those persons to not glance around whenever I would be roaming around in the midst of nature.
Never that other person.
I was a nature-lover, who lived and breathed Wordsworth's poetry, someone to whom Nature was release, Nature was serenity, divinity, and peacefulness.
Never anything else.
But something happened which changed that perception: a metamorphosis, or something for the greater good, or the greater bad. That was what I was trying to find the answer of.
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Belonging
FantasyWhat does it take to belong? What does it take to solve the existential crisis? What does it take to give up everything so that you can belong? Read on to find out what it does really take. "Sometimes while I was in the middle of a dream, Sometimes...
