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The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern What circus only opens at night? What circus has the power to manipulate reality? What circus is the prodigal son of the nineteenth and twentieth century? Le Cirque des Rêves , ladies and gentleman, The Circus of Dreams and it is the ultimate aesthetic experience. The plot begins in nineteenth century New York and does not stay there. There is not only an interchange of location but also time periods. The...

Welcome, Sadness, I sensed you'd come today. But, you won't make a habit of always wanting to stay. I know I'd let you in the past, you certainly made the most of that...So you're welcome, Sadness, now the exit's that way. Welcome, Fear, I sensed you'd come today. But, you won't make a habit of always wanting to stay. I know I'd let you in the past, you certainly made the most of that...So you're welcome, Fear, now the exit's that way. Welcome,...

Could the intents of one's actions be subjective yet the moral action itself absolute? Could right and wrong be indeed black and white and only grey because of the justifications propelled by selfish desires? Now, Is it the use of the word 'selfish' and the negative connotation behind it the cause for defensives? Is one afraid of 'that self' one is? Is one afraid of the consequence from the choice 'that self' made? And, is one an accommodator of...

The journey is long. You will be thirsty, you will be hungry and you will be weary. So, when you feel like quitting, just say to yourself, "I haven't heard NO enough to be someone else."

Not everything will make sense when we want it to, it's the affliction of life. The frustration is, we have no control over it and comprehending even that is still disheartening. So our sense of feeling in control is to be alone. We delude ourselves with that invincibility factor, I can't be touched, so I won't get hurt, so I'd rather be alone.But that is a false truth. We come to realise that the next time we feel strange.What was that? Sadly...

There will come a time when things will start to make sense again; the frame you broke, the comedy that made you choke, the meal you ate, tasteless but good all the same. The paradox of life, soon all of it will make sense. But until then, whatever we are doing now, will only take us a step closer to what we'll fully understand then.

The elephant in the room, should we speak? No,it was too soon. We waited, constantly debated and while it faded our dreams deflated. The elephant in the room, left,but not without leaving gloom and doom.

Laugh Out Loud when you feel like crashing down,because you have nothing left to lose.Take a bow, but don't you give up Now!!! Your future is still in tune. The past is behind you. The present belongs to you. So, do what you've got to do to get back up and make it through. Let life humour you, it is funny:)

There is gold in each of us.Find it! There is a gem in all of us.Polish it!There is myrhh around us.Relish it! There is you. There is me. We're nothing short of unique....

If only a moment in time would stop,whilst I searched the sky for truth,for purpose,for love. In that moment would the world stop with me? To think.To feel. To let go and to let God. Could the humanity within us be independent of the ego that controls us?Are we able to welcome emotion without having to feel oppressed by its conviction? It is a long life we lead but yet a short one to live. It's wistful thinking to hope time would stop and in...