The stillness of water is akin to our internal peace. A mind where we live free; free from any anxieties bought forth by life, both past and future.

A plume of feather, perhaps the tiniest and with hardly any tender, innocent bristles on it, can form miles and miles of ripples in stillness.

Look, how ripples cause a jeopardy in an otherwise touching experience.

We have no control in what happens in our lives. But, as they say, it just happens and we are a mere witness to that.

Aha! there is a catch.

You learn, and life is full of experiences, filled to the brim, perhaps over-spilling; and in turn, not failing to cause equivalence in life.

It’s a constant cycle. We never cease to learn.

Cherished moments and unpleasant truths are like distant cousins. You can love them or hate them, but, you live with it.

Eventually, both play the same trance and you don’t distinguish it by the tiny kindling of ego that lightens up the fire in life.

It’s never a thirst for melancholy. Not to be.

But, you come back to the present moment.

Because, that alone lightens up our spirits and we never cease to learn.