Chasing mirages
Chasing mirages
Swept into the mystique, knowingly deceived
A worshipper of falsehoods, chasing mirages I've believed
Thirst unquenched, my frayed eyes roam
A grooving mind, forever reaching, yet finding only an empty home
Resilience ....
In my garden, I found several broken stone pieces scattered, each bearing its unique shape and form. Among these stones, one caught my attention. I had recently come across a quotation online that resonated deeply with me: "In the end, we all become stories." This thought lingered, compelling me to consider how each life, if understood and articulated well, could indeed be a compelling story. I often found that my shared experiences didn’t always elicit the response I hoped for, while gossip about me seemed far more intriguing. Inspired, I decided to transform the stone into a keepsake bearing the profound quote. After cleaning it meticulously, I used liquid paint to inscribe the words. My vision was to frame this stone in a unique yet economical way. Fortunately, I found a carpenter willing to take on this unusual task. I even bundled in a few other odd jobs for him. However, when the job was completed, my excitement turned to disappointment. While fixing the stone into the ...
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