The World isn't ugly after all.

This is a small blog. This is just to assure everyone I am still alive.

Thunder is screaming in the night sky filled with clouds. The sky is dark but it is filled with sudden morning light when lightning strikes. For one moment, the sky is filled with hope, light, which others think is dangerous.

But for me, it signifies hope. Because it is just like other opportunities in life. They come and go at the blink of an eye.

All I have learnt, I have learnt from living. If I weren’t to live here, I would have different knowledge, different personality. So much can change your life. So much. All by little things. I read a book once. By a little tiny persuasion of a friend. Now, I have basically grown dependant on them like Americans to their coffee, no offense. Books are now a major part of my life.

In such a way, we can change a life. Make a terrible life to an awesome one, and we can. We can. We just got to believe.

If lightning can strike the ground so beautifully, we can live life too. I know the comparison is shit, but this thing was made in a couple of minutes and all I would like to say is, read this poem by Erin Hanson. She’s an amazing poet. I love her views.

She says that we view the world in the wrong way. We don’t see beauty in things because we never get time from complaining all the time.

Maybe we all need to improve.