It is never enough…
Multiple lives, personalities and different reactions.
Changing and evolving with the place, people and where you are.
Changing for someone, accepting the surrounding.
Guess it is called survival. For few it’s just confusion.
Often I think where I belong… middle of some busy city pursuing my dream career
Or somewhere in the mountains travelling like a gypsy, enjoying the true nature.
I opt one and then I envy another.
It is truly never enough…
Too many friends, casual life and just crazy love.
Hallucinating under the sky with randomness or just music in my head.
Night outs with almost strangers...
Heavy discussions with crazy experiences.
But, often I think of a life with passion.
One love, with genuine thoughts, a soothing flow. Like a break after too much chaos.
It is simple, which makes it so beautiful.
When you wake up with a smile and feel loved.
But then, I opt one and envy another.
Too many things in this world... so much to know.
Art, science, history.. future and the parallel life.
I wonder if surviving is too selfish ?
Which one I want to know? So many varieties to explore.
To me it’s just an experience,
But few say confusion…
