#on existing

she was always wandering and looking for forgiveness for things that don't need to be forgiven; her existence.

I guess I've found out why I love web-weavings and parallels so much. There's a sense joy and comfort in seeing how we all coming from different places, situations and time periods at the end of the day are not so different at all, we are just humans trying to give a meaning to this being. I love how an advice given by an old writer 30 years ago to a school kid reminds me of the words my uncle told me when I was 15, how the poems and books written 100s of years ago by people you've never met have been the closest thing that felt like home to you, how the rage and yearning bleeds from the words of one writer to the brush strokes of another artist and to the music of another, how someone right now must be musing about the same moon that a little child looked at awe 1000 years ago. It's beautiful how we're so different and yet so similar because someone somewhere at some point of time felt the same things as you and decided to let it out so that you'll remember you aren't alone.