Life somehow feels like a standstill, at times. We are moving towards something yet most of us are exactly not sure towards what. The thoughts that elude us, the dreams that haunt us, unattainable success that torments us....what is it that we move towards at the end of the day?
And yet sometimes when I look outside the window, I see the blue sky stretching itself to unfathomable lengths, I feel the warmth of the sun on my hands and rarely a piegon drops by to say hello.... These chance encounters add meaning to the existence of me. They are what makes me feel happy. I guess in the end we are all looking for that : chance encounters that make us happy, even if its temporary.
