life is work of art,just thiread this line in my recent book and foud it most perfect defenation of life,in my forty two i was not awear of it ,just lived mostly by soul,loved everything about life,and never stayed for long in darkness of disopinment when life felt shaky,i did not realized that i am blessed with quite positve attitude towards life,
whenever found someone disharted ,tried to cheer with pleasant words ,long ago during my job i used
to hear so many sad stories from my colleagues which they told me according to them because i was trustable person who will listen them with soul ,will feel their pain,and will not make jokes of them in their absence ,
such things were base of my life,i been told so so manytimes by my surroundings that with such simple nature i will not be able to survive anywhere,whether relationships or job,and it was even half true,but i still see the ful side of glass,
after depature of my both parents i did not think that their partition will disolve in my soul,i dont know how much i miss them ,or,i miss them or not,but i am facing a strange death ,the death of excitement ,its been more then a year that i became a quite different person from one i used to be for my whole life,i miss myself friends,its not that i am awayy from normal life or family,all is good ,i talk ,laugh,do everydays' work but nothing cheer my inner world which seems under kind of spell,
and one question fears me most that i,s this spell ever be broken?
still i am preparing for my master,i dont mind to die but i love live and all about this precious gift,and belive in betterment till its last breath,
have blessed life friends,