As I sit here on the dining table, with a bowl of letters for breakfast, I ponder upon the insistence of some people to make their presence and authority felt.
For some people, to matter is not enough. Their existence will not be satisfied until they matter in every aspect of everyone’s life.
Normal love is also not enough. Blind devotion is a requirement.
And don’t assume that this is love of the passionate kind. No. I am speaking of simple kind, everyday emotions. The kind of love you feel for a best friend, or an uncle.
When does awareness dissolve?
Disjoint Wisdom 