Reflections
As you are sitting by the window seat, a continuous gush of air rush through, you try to open your eyes against it, but you are blinded by the wind. Streaks of visions of a passing tree, an abandoned ruin, an ever flowing blue river, the green farms, the omnipresent reddish sun, flash across your retina. Tired of reflecting everything outside, you try to change your focus onto something closer. The glass of the window pane, falls in perfect place, and resonates and reverberates a beautiful soul. A soul that is as beautiful as you and your journey. As you shift gears through the cries and crisis, you wonder at your resilience and strength. You update yourself with tips and tricks, that would feature in Quotes and Bolds, in your future book titled, “How to survive”. You are realising the simple truth that Self comes first; That Self exile and isolation are quintessential now and then, to preserve your integrity and to prevent your