- a picture is worth an infinite number of words. | S. R.
- as if my thoughts form clouds. | S. R.
- nothing worth having comes easy. | S. R.
- I hope it’ll be an adventure | S. R.
- 6 word story #6 | S. R.
“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”
- Oscar Wilde
Photo taken by S. R.
- your heart is in the shape of an infinity | S. R.
- don’t tell me what to do. | S. R.
When we see somebody passing by, what do you do? When a man accidentally bumps into you, do you give him a second glance? Or when a little girl drops her purple crayon beside your table, do you even spare her a thought?
What we may never know is that these extras, in the stories we call our lives, have their own tales.
Each person we see, however insignificant they seem to be, have their own tale as vivid and as complex as our own. They have their own ambitions, dreams, friends, rivals, worries, and maybe some inherited oddities. Their lives are epics in themselves that weave through us so quickly and so discreetly, as if using an invisible thread.
Behind what we believe to be empty eyes, lie an innocent wonder and awe for the sun. Every single move that they make has a specific purpose behind it, just like you. Beneath every shove that you get from a random stranger may lie a deep anger with they are forced to let out on random strangers just so they won’t hurt their loved ones. But sad realisation comes that you may never even be able to read their stories, however beautiful they might be. We are only shown the quickest of glimpses.
As they keep moving and passing by,
so must you.