As a part of civilization we are used to having control. We have learnt ways to identify the signs of the natural causes, to predict them and have invented tools to intervene with them. But there are times when all you can do is sit down and wait. At these moments our civilized ways are challenged and we feel helpless not knowing when and how; Our tools don't work anymore and our guesses won't realize. It feels like a sickness to our planned ways of living to surrender, to watch, to calm the busy manipulative mind and to give in to the chaotic order of the nature by not seeking the knowledge of what is about to happen. But if you decide just a little to try, you'd feel a charming peace inside; the quietness of a brain empty of the usual anxious efforts, walking into the dark, not expecting a thing and just repeating "Come what may". . .

Sometimes the only thing that you want to do is to take a deep breath and tell life "Thank You"!

Days are just days . . .

Well, there are days that are slow, there are days that are fast. Days that are bad and sad, and then days that are filled with goodness and happiness.

But there might be one day in your life, if it ever happens, that you open your eyes and you know who you are and you are sure what you want; And on that day you are not scared any more to be exactly 'that' and to show it to other people. The day where you don't need to explain yourself, not to others and not even to yourself.

That day, if it ever happens, begins by you slowly flipping your wings, lifting your light weight, leaving all the heaviness right where it was all the time, on those slow and fast, bad and sad, good and happy days.

Too much security can as well result into loss of talents. Many New Zealand birds lost the ability to fly because of the lack of predatory mammals.

Never to be tamed in return of only a handful of seeds!

Survival Plan

Panda feeds ONLY on bamboo; and trouble is bamboo is getting less and it takes long time to grow! So the Panda is endangered and might even go extinct.

You should get the idea. . .

I think hope never dies. But it goes to sleep like a bulbous plant awaiting for the right trigger and enough nutrition. You cannot suddenly appear and talk a bulb into becoming a plant. Empty words are just as useless with the hopes of a nation.