The formula of success- Continuity. Always continuously do the work what you want to do and love to do without expecting any fruitful result. Though you must hope.
Purpose; you must have purpose in life. Otherwise everything is futile.
The only way I like to be liked by me. Having happy face you pretend to be in the state of ecstasy while you burning in the fire of agony just to be paid attention by me. How your ego my love!?
You still hold a place in my heart perhaps none could take. Your memories are companions all the ways I make. But future also waits me. You are my love but I also want to love me.
Under a tree’s shadow, I have sit with my favorite book resting my head on my beloved’s shoulder; those days even winters were warmer.
At the core reality; everything is through you, from you and in you. You looking all outside what causing good and bad in you. You read everything, you ask everyone, you watch everything to find answers. And at the end you come to know; everything is and was your thoughts.
Death is your best friend. Because it makes everything new again.