Hridaan
Newbie
Life is like a silent book,
Where every day opens a new page.
Some words are written with joy,
And some are written with the ink of pain.
Sometimes it feels like everything is understood,
But at the next turn, everything changes.
The paths remain the same,
But the person walking on them changes.
We keep searching for answers,
Yet life is beautiful in its questions.
What we receive is destiny,
What we lose was perhaps never meant to stay.
Sometimes we must fight with ourselves,
Sometimes we must make peace with time.
Life is not always about winning,
Sometimes we must learn to live even after losing.
And in the end we realize,
Life is not the name of a destination…
It is simply a journey,
Where in every moment we must rediscover ourselves.
Where every day opens a new page.
Some words are written with joy,
And some are written with the ink of pain.
Sometimes it feels like everything is understood,
But at the next turn, everything changes.
The paths remain the same,
But the person walking on them changes.
We keep searching for answers,
Yet life is beautiful in its questions.
What we receive is destiny,
What we lose was perhaps never meant to stay.
Sometimes we must fight with ourselves,
Sometimes we must make peace with time.
Life is not always about winning,
Sometimes we must learn to live even after losing.
And in the end we realize,
Life is not the name of a destination…
It is simply a journey,
Where in every moment we must rediscover ourselves.
