A Purpose
Everyone will have an epiphany some day or the other. In this moment, some will have regrets. Some will reminisce of the good ‘ol days. Memories flashing back and forth interweaving into a tapestry of black and white. The whites are the good times – enriching the soul. The blacks are the heartbreaks, the shadows, the hurts.
This is a cycle, one that seems to go on forever. It makes you think of all the souls lost in oblivion. Were they too busy to look beyond the obvious? Almost as if they were in a stupor and only now have been awakened.
