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A black hole called time

Have you noticed that you always come to a full circle -- in life, love and everything else? I really don't know even after all these years where I am going, why or what I am going to do once I reach there. I have met so many people -- loved some, liked some and lost some to that black hole called time. My one consolation is that one day I too will be lost in the same black hole and once there, will get an opportunity to meet those lost ones again.
When I wake up and go for a long bus ride early in the morning with the young sun smiling & winking at me, I fall in love with life all over again. I guess that is something no one can take away from me, not even time.

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  1. WhoAmI?June 13, 2010 at 10:50 PM

    ... to wake up is to get freedom from the memories of past and fear of future ... and live every moment of life Here & Now - that's when the time vanishes & you live blissfully ever after ...

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