She's searching something or anything to cling to. But she always ended with empty hands. Nothing fades. Every single thing she touched, every single second she spent, every little feeling she felt. Nothing fades from her memories. She's desired on not giving up into the darkness. She stood up, tripped on each and every single step. She never flinched. She stood up again, drifted from the dark by holding the last tiny piece of hope
Sreeja V
@Wordsmith · 0:24
Sometimes Nietzsche offers the best solution. It's like going back to the mother, seeking comfort, seeking solace. And I think what you shared right now reminded me of that beautiful share and also equally great boss in Tamar. So very nice to hear your boss. Thank you
The moon can tell you there is hope in darkness and the stars tell swell. There is me who is trying to remove darkness from others life. And the rivers, the mountains, everything has a story to tell in the nature. And when nothing works, the stories of nature are enough to give you calmness. Thank you