
Like the Canonball soaring in the sky, people are destined to fall and die. But when we realize the simple truths of life, we grow wings and learn to fly. It is this enlightenment of the self, that takes us beyond birth and death.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
- Musings of a promising freak -
The world around through my camera's lens
About writing and stuff