Running in circles....

  Soul Barter... Explained. Every person we encounter, every leaf which brushes our face, every flower we smell, and every movie scene which moves us to tears is a part of us henceforth... Blessed are those friendships which survive longer than many marriages, jump across hurdles like derby horses and I happen to be in a fortunate everlasting voluntary life imprisonment kind of friendship, a small party with them opens up all the windows of my soul. Morid moribund lethal routine and dodging everyday cunningness and outwitting haters drains, exhausts, assaults the soul. But friendships of these kinds always and always act like ORS or Saline drip for a dying patient. My soul was literally breathing its last breaths when suddenly my soul just starts observing my friends' souls and is mesmerized by the simplicity and strength of character each of them brings. Discussing history or seeing their collections is just a blingy section of this awe-inspiring ordeal, it's who they are. Eve...

 I have been wondering why do we have the organs to experience this horrific experience of pain in the first place? What role does it play? Can something only be taught by pain? Does this sound familiar to your heart? Pain is the sensation that we fear ever since we were just animals, without a frontal/Prefrontal cortex. It is the single most intensely felt or experienced emotion in my limited experience. Happiness is usually limited to a level of ecstasy, however, pain knows no depths or boundaries. Rather I would go to the lengths of saying that PAIN CREATES DEPTH. Yes, as gruesome as it may sound, the third dimension of our life is given to us by our pain. How we perceive all our life(big or small) events, that is more of a reflection of what we hold dear and deep in our subconscious. It brings out our moral/life values, gives us a choice to act for the world or against it. To build walls or break them.  I am sure you are reminded of a very difficult lesson which you had to...