from a nun's bedroom
Is life a journey to finding love?
I believe in the energy of the universe, and the coating of love over the world when I read Paulo Coelho, who many call a fairy tale writer for
He makes me feel weirdly energetic when I roll my eyes down his words
I wonder where all this energy was before?
And where this shall vanish to after I shut the book?
How can someone write things that are miles away from the mundane addictions of man yet be so widely understood?
It makes my mind leap to unknown heights, delve into depths I have never been to
Otherwise I survive on the remnants of my thirst for absolute freedom
Is life a journey in search of the place where Ican be happy forever?
May be...for me it is
Cleansing myself of fears is another thing
The fear of failure, haunts me, makes my life unlivable
I shall find a place where my soul shall dwell in peace, without the shame that many would call me a lunatic after reading this...