Since childhood, we love sharing with a certain sense of goodness about it.
Sharing food, pencils , notes and cycles.
Why is it then we get lost in the world thinking too much about being socially more smart, self centred is considered intelligent in a scared society.
Not all though.
We are hope and hope is love.
The hope that reunites you with yourself.
The one you left behind,
The one you are waiting to embrace.
The one who is so free to be so you.
Sometimes, a phase in another life reminds you of who you were, who you have become and who would you rather be .
It’s as simple as a choice.
Remember, the joy is in sharing.
Cheers to a better world of more real people.