Am I seriously imperfect? Or I should say that I’m perfectly imperfect. But, isn't everyone’s imperfect. Aren't imperfections are one’s which drive us to do something perfect.
But, who decides what is perfect; can ever my chiseled-cut
perfect life be named as badly designed by someone else. Will I get hurt, if
tomorrow someone tells me that you know nothing, you haven’t known anything and
you are not even worth to know.
Someone wise once said, that pen is mightier than a sword;
but, I feel that our words are sharper than this misinterpreted sword. Words
give cuts and wounds which are invisible in nature but gives pains even worse
than a toothache.
I can erase the words written, write them again, But can I
take back my words once out from my mouth. Answer we all know. Then why we think
twice before writing anything but say anything to anyone while proudly putting
our minds off-record.
Thanks for reading :)
Thanks for reading :)
