Have you ever seen the sky clear after a storm ? 

Have you seen the girl in the random book store peeping intensely to her favourite genre?

Have you seen people passing by not even knowing you exist ?

They say live life. They say be who you are .

But , do we really know who we are? Or getting to know who we are is living life ?

It really fucks my mind seeing how premiscuois I can be. 

Watching mossess grow in my balcony , watching the jade plant turning side to the way there is more sun. Watching a seed grow into a plant. 

Our lives are like a gliding window. Sometimes we shut it . Sometimes we open it wide. 

It's really amazing that the world is so quite. The sounds of nature is so soothing. 

It's funny how unimportant your presence is , it hurts really but it's the truth. It's funny how less number of people remember you after you are gone. 

But you don't want everyone to remember you , do you?

A psychologist can't tell you your traits no one can ,except you. 

That's what life is , finding who you are . 

//Out of context