Life is not about finding yourself, but creating yourself. Its just about adopting to the changes...Moving on from the past...You dont know what you're gonna do...But somehow you manage.... Well, That's life...
The Art of Living
At a very strange place.
Everywhere an unknown face.
There are many roads here,
Taking one here and there.
Leaving the past way behind.
One has to move on and find,
A place to start all over again,
A good neighbour down the lane.
A friend whom one can trust.
A neighbourhood right and just.
Society where one can fit.
People to talk to, laugh a bit.
Past is now just a memory.
Treasured in one's treasury.
Present is all what one has.
Enjoy, dont let it easily pass.
One day, this beautiful present,
Will for sure become the past.
Then, one will certainly resent,
If he didn't enjoy till the last.
One always has to grow up.
Surely has to move on.
So why get stuck in the past, as,
After the darkest nights, there's dawn....
