My eyes are dry and lifeless.
I’m placing my head.
On a window pain
With raindrops tapping on it
Millions of thoughts
Running across me.
What do you think?
Am I good enough for this society?
Do I have to be better? Can I be?
Is this my real personality?
Some random realisations.
Some feelings are merely felt
Some words are merely penned down
Some experiences are merely lessons
My life is merely a passage of time
Life is what it is
For those little things that I often don’t see.
For all the moments I haven’t recorded
For all the words I haven’t heard
For all the people I haven’t appreciated
“I love you.
I care for you.
You’re the reason.
My life is,
Whatever it is today. ”
This is precisely what went through my mind on one rainy day. Fortunately I did not have my earphones so I had to lean myself against the window pain of the bus and reflect on my life. I started interpreting the scenery and the rain fall outside and think, “How often do we just think of who we are and what we have? All these moments are going to fade away very soon. What are we gonna take from these moments?”
Have you ever gotten philosophical messages from the rainfall? Do you love the rainy season in the first place? Let me know in the comments below.
Thank you for reading:)
Have a nice day:)