الأحد، 28 فبراير، 2010

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It is so strange how a small thing, when contains a precious value to a person, be in great inspiration and support to him...

It is so strange... how a small nice gesture, can obtain him sometimes a feel of inner safety and security...even in the most loneliest places or situations life puts him through...

It was one of these rare moments... where I felt for sometime that I was just fine and safe... holding that precious thing... that precious meaning... regardless of the past, present or the future...

It just meant... I am fine... I am still living in this world...

I was always thinking, about the happiness key of life... when and how the person will grant himself this key... ?

It should be a long way... for happiness to be hard earned...