Serenity Room

i have never been able to write anything from its beginning, even the post you are reading right now have started with its end line and i kept building up the paragraphs until we reached here. it seems that it is always the end is where we capture the true meaning for everything, the clarity behind the course of event, that “oh!” moment after seeing how the knots untangl to form a clear image, after realising how a journey that exploded your soul and never made any sense to you actually had sense. maybe that is why i tend to start from the end of things; it is where everything is clear to me.

So here comes the serenity room; a place where all paradoxes coexist, where it is safe to not make any sense, and yet be understood. as we can never be able to pick which part of us we choose to keep, and what to exile; we need to find a way to understand how to live within our own paradoxes.