Who do we say is foolish?
I see the foolishness all around.
That’s my foolishness for bearing all the foolishness that this world have.
Now, I be the foolish; to not label myself foolish or my family members or my peers .
My belief that I rub everything above and never let the world know what really a foolish is; is foolish.
Or my posture or my behavior or my intention or only myself being just,foolish.
At any point of time, some sort of alien intelligence is surely due to over ride your abilities. Before a strong competitor, you surely going to lose. And at the end, nothing is going to matter.
What’s this ‘alien intelligence’, who’s this ‘strong competitor’ and what’s exactly the’ end’?
The answer no one knows the answer to, the lust that no one can ever fulfill and the future that any other distinction cannot hold, is the answer. We are hesitant to recognize, realize and prove, failing to acknowledge, but curious to know. We hold our hands together, trace our faces, and walk by our sides, but still…
Still we find our destinations and still we prefer going back. We label ourselves travelers, who finds his destinations and is equally determined to get back where he started, maybe to just let the world know, where he started. And where he started is where the world can start. Not just follow the footsteps but just prefer finding a little new way, a sweet other fruit to taste.
Label me foolish for letting you stroll where no one else does.
James Clear says,” Motivation is overvalued. Environment often matters more.”
I believe he’s right. Sorry for being foolish, believing in what others has to say. Or not others but somebody. Or somebody with something special.
Foolish is being identified. Being known.Being yourself.
The answer that I somehow, came to know.
And felt to foolish to spread…