The same, but different
Over time one comes to accept who one is
Standing in a crowd
Observing all that one is not
Should one try to be different than who they are?
Yet, somehow it never rings true
Forever just trying to blend in
The same, but different
Over time one comes to accept who one is
Standing in a crowd
Observing all that one is not
Should one try to be different than who they are?
Yet, somehow it never rings true
Forever just trying to blend in
Uma mistura mágica de poesia, imagens, música, citações, atualidades e velharias do Brasil e do mundo,sempre com um toque de inconformismo ...
Sharmishtha Basu's digital world
Searching for harmony in the real world. WELCOME!
Connecting to nature through poetry and prose
poetry/poem, essays, writing everything I adore or not so:-)
In viaggio tra le bellezze naturali e artistiche dei nostri due Paesi...
An Online Design Making Site
The mess is real!
Seeking and Spreading Love
Daily Experiences of a Student
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
In search of story
Novels and Short Stories
It Goes On
مدونة تهتم بموضوعات متعددة مثل :الأدب والكتابة والتعليم وقضايا إجتماعية وإنسانية
Yes – normal is boring. I like something or someone who doesn’t blend in – makes life interesting. 🙂
Very good points and questions 🙂 I have recently started trying to Just stand still and enjoy the everyday moments in life. I think we spend our entire lives,trying to make a mark and making sense of this life of ours. When I was young I was a real exibitionist,the older i’ve gotten,the more i have been happy to blend in and go unoticed. Yet ‘Normal’ is boring,if such a thing exists.
Wonderful tone~ love it
I like your musings here!
love this!!
Lovely photo of leaves!
I love your photography!
Thank you, it becoming a real passion for me unlike the old day I don’t have to pay to develop rolls and rolls of film for that couple of good shots