Moving out.

Moving out. 

Many times I was asked to move out, from a place I call home but this time it was serious. I was actually told to move out, out on my own. May be living off on the streets with dogs I call friends are going to do something good. Finally I am gonna stay happy . Love without conditions or without any expectations. A place where I know that I don’t have anything to offer in return, those who will show empathy are going to do without expectations. So, I don’t have to worry about returning the favour. They may come one day and next day won’t but I don’t have to worry since I have nothing to loose or give. 

No feelings so no attachments, as I said on my own. 

And then may be One day I will receive what I asked for. 

I don’t mind comparing myself with a street dog after all we both came into this universe without knowing that how we are going to survive, its just when ever I see them I see a sense of survival in their eyes. The eyes which tells no matter how but they are going to survive maybe for days or for few moments but without any empathy.