As I am typing this post, its raining heavily in Bordeaux. This is the kind of weather when I tend to connect with myself on a deeper level. With the sound of the splashing rain drops in the background, I often find myself wondering about all the mystery that "Life" is and all that is further more mysterious within life. There is a thin line between life and all its finest treasures turning into vicious traps. But how can we tell if what we are seeking will turn out to be a treasure or a trap? While the comfort exists in the knowledge that nothing lasts forever, be it happiness or sorrow, who decides how long will it be before the season will change again? They say you must listen to your heart but than would you care listening to your heart one more time after it landed you in the unfamiliar terrains where you can't tell which direction you are headed towards?
