And we realize everything is the same but yet different
I think of the life counseling ‘spider’ gave to ‘suicidal fly’
“There are a thousand places we won’t visit
Many things we will not know
A lot of faces we won’t see
Myriad emotions we won’t show
We have one life, an infinitesimal fraction of time
To understand whole eternity
Amongst zillion possibilities, we have only one story to follow
Never knowing how it unfolds”
From now on when someone asks us about our achievements in life
We will not look through our resumes
And yet we can proudly tell how the raindrops taste like
What are heartaches made of?
And why did Monalisa smile?
