Losing oneself.

Losing oneself.

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Getting lost is the best way to find yourself. Follow maps, guides, tours aren't the way to discover a place. Why does someone have to point to what's beautiful in order to realize it's worth? I believe that if you get yourself lost, you'll have to look around at your surroundings in order to find you way. Doing that, you'll be forced to pay closer attention to the things around you that you'd never give a second look towards. Beauty can be found in anything... if you'd just look for it. Go against what people point at and say is beautiful. Instead of following their fingers, why not just follow your eyes and find it for yourself? I want to go to Italy just to sit around and study the beauty of the architecture...
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There are times in our lives that we look for something deliberately and grow tired of the search when it isn't found. Later, we might decide that it doesn't exist or that it is lost beyond the pursuit. But then, one fine day it falls right in to your lap without even calling out for it. And when you have it right there with you, you don't know what exactly you should do with it. That is what happens with love most of the times. It gets found at the most unlikely times in the most unexpected ways. Leaving you confused about how to deal with it. And by the time you figure it out, it might have vanished. The two persons I fell in love with; One, who promised me a forever and gave up on me the half way. The other, who gave me everything except the promise of a forever. I don't know whom I love the most. When loving one of them had become a habit from the past and letting go was so hard, the other gave me reasons to love him more day by day making it impossible to resist the urge to make him stay. ............ ps: The book cover is hand painted by me

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