An end to a journey, that was the best. A journey, that taught me many things. A journey that was the most beautiful in itself. From the first step, to the last step, it was all very lovable. The end, might not be the one I would have liked to see, but the mere thought that, God gave the opportunity to experience it, is great in itself. Giving up, you don’t do it yourself. Circumstances force you to give up. Somebody gave up. Not exactly gave up. Nobody gave up.
The little mist, made it difficult for the creator to decide, what way it should choose. It was beautiful. It was a dream. Like a dream, made in heaven. Something, that nobody else has never ever experienced before and wouldn’t even experience it in future, I’m sure. The serenity, the warmth, the love, the cries– it was all worth it. It is life. Things die. New things come. They die too. It’s a cycle. A cycle, that teaches you many things, about your character, about the things you like, and even the things you didn’t want to know. It was destined to happen. It didn’t have any curves, or blockages, it was smooth. It was eternal. It was life. The love stays forever.
This is circle of life.