This might seem as a simple and fun picture but beholds a very deep and strong message. Learn to appreciate more and more 🙂 . #posterdesignbyme
Tell me where I belong
Is it among the blooming flowers of the springOr on top of the spiky thorns: sharp and green Is it along the drifting tides of the ocean Or inside the sand castle about to open Is it where the feathers roam around the sky Or where the unbudgeable rocks and mountains lie Is it beside…
Stereotypes
No one is meant to be perfect, that is why pencils have erasers. In today’s world of stereotypes, everyone seeks to protrude but ends up as replications of one another. In the quest of being ‘perfect’, we are losing our originality. The society is entangled in this web of so-called perfection and is failing to…
Hope
History is the proof that if humans have the audacity to hope they also have the capacity to make their hopes come true. Almost all the people who were responsible for a breakthrough were once labelled insane because they believed in something considered to be impossible. Our world is a materialistic sphere which encourages actions…
Craftsmanship
My creative bells ring the loudest when I need to solve a problem for others just like it rings when I am to be the Bestower. As a bestower, I prefer creating gifts on my own rather than buying something from the market. My time and effort spent in the creation portray my affection towards…
The experience that changed my life
My soft, well-cushioned bed had never felt as comfortable as the rocks I used to rest throughout the trek. The word ‘Expedition’, generally understood as a journey, ended up becoming a significant part of my life. I can still recall the adrenaline rush throughout my body when my ears were caressed with the words, “Congratulations!…
Could it be me?
Originally posted on Scribbles:
As I crawl under my blanket with my toys circling my bed, I wonder what’s going on beyond my sight. I think of all those times I watch them on television; how they jump around and play in the ground. It makes me wonder, “if they are just like me, why…
Alive 