Once the Greek writer Seneca said, what’s there to cry over parts of life, the whole of it calls for tears.
Our Lives however meaningless it seems, is worth exploring, not jut in its externals rather in all its dimension. The footprints, that belong to ourselves and will be omitted by the waves of times even before we are fully gone. its not just our existence that matters but our ideas and thoughts. about what we think, its important to grow through time and live thoughts and leave our ideas of our time just as the Bradford Bard William Shakespeare uttered about his love (in sonnet 55)that " O My Dear Love I Have Saved You From Icy Cold Hands Of Time".
Nowhere in the human history the common man, the people like me and you had the capacity or say it better the Opportunity to present our side of story and to be forever free from the ruled and their own thoughts.
Thus I Write.
Our Lives however meaningless it seems, is worth exploring, not jut in its externals rather in all its dimension. The footprints, that belong to ourselves and will be omitted by the waves of times even before we are fully gone. its not just our existence that matters but our ideas and thoughts. about what we think, its important to grow through time and live thoughts and leave our ideas of our time just as the Bradford Bard William Shakespeare uttered about his love (in sonnet 55)that " O My Dear Love I Have Saved You From Icy Cold Hands Of Time".
Nowhere in the human history the common man, the people like me and you had the capacity or say it better the Opportunity to present our side of story and to be forever free from the ruled and their own thoughts.
Thus I Write.
