Everyday we communicate. I remember, during my college days, we have been taught that communication is as important and vital as the air we breathe. Our emotions are conveyed by various expressions, hints, and signs - all these are part of what we call communication.
However, just like the rest of humanity where we manifest our existence by being exemplars of abuse, this has been often used not just to convey intent of goodness and truth but to evoke power, and at the most unthinkable yet real - to intimidate, to scare and to impose.
We should always bear in mind that this gift of communication which we are all endowed should be utilized with utmost care and tact. It is no sufficient to just blurt out things we would want to say but we have to think and watch and even feel what we are about to say. Remember, a word spoken, uttered or communicated will be as deadly as a bullet if not used in a proper way, but will never be like a bullet where it can be retraced and its fragments be recalled.
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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