barefootwalk

 You don't know when it will hit again. It's like going out and suddenly it starts raining but you don't have your umbrella. You didn't think it wail be raining. The lonely window looking out to an empty street is the saddest place you can be looking at the world, and it starts raining again when you step out walking, "where is my umbrella?", you ask. Sometimes the question you ask is not a deep and complicated one, it's as simple as "will I be happy again?" and surprisingly this is not a sad question anymore. I can feel and understand these lines from Victor Frankl's book now: “Don't aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. Happi...