Random.
Sometimes, the wind just glides your face, letting you know of its existence. When time passes, it actually shouts how it doesn't stick around forever. When a little boy pats you at the back, it lets you know of a need to be recognized, to be noticed, to let you be aware of his wants, maybe, his needs.
A lot of beings don't usually recognize what's in their lives, let alone what has been there for the past (insert age here) years or so. We look for stuff we think is beyond our reach, but don't really know it has been right in front of us. It brushes us in the face yet we fail to recognize it. We want more. When can people ever be satisfied?
If we are not happy now, no matter where we are, how far we will go or what nature we are in, we will never be happy. Happiness is not what's in the end of the road. Happiness is the road.
The sad fact is, sometimes, we miss the diamond while we are so busy collecting more stones.
Thoughts to be pondered on.
I am Kia. A writer.
I write to change the world.
