Another beginning and another end to time unforgiven

Another beginning and another end to time unforgiven , to time clasped secretly in velvet boxes stored in the deep recesses of time itself. Bits to be taken out and enjoyed in secret like chocolate or maybe cheap porn, a relish which would last for a long time a flavour in the mouth, or at other times like ecstatic orgasms lasting a few seconds but making that moment an extreme in pleasure.

Things we have done looked forward to doing and not been able to do everything is stored for living in, we dream , we die, we remain forever the question is eternal what will happen tomorrow, what will happen in the future will I succeed, will I really know wat success is, what am I working towards, aimless directionless, in fog .

I think when man made god, or was it vice versa he forgot to give him the sense of direction and so man still lives on going round and round in circles cos his idol, his creator itself lacks one. Well I mean the world has been going in circles its called the circle of life wat is the purpose of life itself , does everything have to have a purpose, does every mean lead to n end, does every end have a mean to get it. There are certain things which just happen, what bout them, would you call them leaps in
Spirituality,. Or just a simple coincidence or transcendence into a higher ream .

For people who want something, at times don’t have to try that hard to get it, I think that’s very natural because the effort you put into something u like just comes naturally its not really an effort at all, rather it’s a pleasure, a realisation of self itself, where every sinew every nerve can be felt, in tingling anticipation of the event that all this is building upto. And that’s the end till another new beginning comes along.

The sad part of this beautiful circle is that not everyone finds what his true objective; or rather he doesn’t trust himself. Well three cheers for man for being so thankless and suspicious so as to suspect even his heart or rather his mind, the mixture of the two . And he is also ungracious to his own abilities,. For even if by accident he stumbles across his true calling he just rolls on without realising what has happened.