At the end of the day, you are only as blessed as you think you are.
Scattered
5 months ago
Monday, March 31, 2008
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Ravings I Read
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The Secret Corner6 years ago
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Harold's Planet - Daily Cartoon7 years ago
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45 Model Kursi Teras Minimalis7 years ago
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How did I get here?10 years ago
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Belated10 years ago
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Main Hoon Na!11 years ago
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Dispatches From Brooklyn11 years ago
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" Wish You Were "12 years ago
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An epitaph obliged13 years ago
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Making informed decisions13 years ago
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something new14 years ago
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The Bond15 years ago
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The End Of Aunty Disco Project15 years ago
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Nela's Request 315 years ago
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About Me
- Ali
- Lahore, Pakistan
- I am me. I am no other, and no other is I. Ali is an enigma, a constant, neverending search. A spirit that wanders, and a soul that fades. Only to return ever stronger. His mind searches for patterns within the chaos, music within the cacophony, order in turmoil, and enlightenment within the darkness. His heart searches for his love within his hate, and his hate within his love, and all that lies inbetween. It searches for pleasure within pain, and fills his belly with hunger, and consoles him with a companion called longing. His soul searches for moments of truth, in an endless sea of lies, for that spark of divinity that lie within all that is small. It searches for purpose amongst endless galaxies of probability, and it shuns the universe, thinking it limited compared to the infinite recesses within. I'm also the typo king. And I like cheese.
1 of them wept:
This got me thinking. It's hard to accept, to be honest. But I suppose it's true. Because recognizing your blessings is a blessing in itself.
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