Reclusion

One over expresses whatever they think they have an excess of. And that tends to become their identity.

The world has a lot to offer but little to give.

Religion is the realist’s clandestine shot at hope.

That extra burn to create something worthwhile : something that increasingly makes sense after I am gone, will likewise flame me out before my hour…

Whenever my good intention has got the better of me, it has always left me worse off.

These are the best days of my life because I realise that these are the best days of my life.

Fear is itself an anaesthetic for the pain it causes. That’s why once the fear subsides, its trail of pain seems to suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Sometimes the only objective of an entry is a graceful exit.

The true burden of a life is how little of it can be fitted into a lifetime.

Even those who say they don’t believe in anything look for validation from others who say the same thing.

There are some days that one wishes had never dawend, that time had skipped entirely on its passage.

People who were born too late, way after a time which they really belong to, have an illusion of having been reborn, perhaps unnecessarily.

The deepest self awareness is preventing oneself from becoming someone else.

A work of creation often leads to creation of work, in that it offers the potential to be perfected forever.

Those who ask why are you this way are the ones who are responsible for why you are that way.

Your persona is a crystallisation of all those skills with which you navigate the world’s twists and turns. Everything else is a shallow show.

Nothing can ever stop me for I am my own way.