If the existence of God and its mercy does really present, then the deserted soul should not be agonized. Well, does He? @ Wat Sensoukaram instagram.com/p/B7RKqwsFjTt/…

That ceaseless conformity is like the gold that never rusts. So, how much does the gold worth? @ Wat Sensoukaram instagram.com/p/B7jM6GzFWuc/…

Shall the tormented soul finds it way to be the sky that broke into this full of graceful sunset. How long will the endeavor last? @ Luang Prabang instagram.com/p/B-FVmx1lEXJ/…

“One day you will ask me, which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life” -Khalil Gibran

As we are adrift to time, the flame has grown into the marvelous and the most affectionate consciences, but in the most horribly errous dimensions. Let us concede, and let the faith fights & justifies for the righteousness. Because the course of true devotion never runs smooth.

Caring over the despair, Devoting over the departure, Happiness over the unwanted fondness, Freedom over the Failure. Let it be found & again be forfeited. Let it perish, but not self within. Let it stand still in downfall. Not to win. Thus it will embrace.

I’m done 🤷‍♂️😂😂😂 x.com/TwlttersGarbag…

It is not some quantitative, extraneous physical allurement, but something deep down, something utter & pure, which attract. Just as people have a secret admiration for simply as the smell of rain, a ray of moonlight or cold windy sea breeze. It’s just something that undefinable.

If a predatory enemy to our species can’t unite everyone on Earth to fight it, I'm left wondering what hope remains for Civilization.

Set if free, if it is wanted very substantially. It will be belonged eternally, if it is returned naturally. If it is does not, it was never something to belong with.

The broad & clear view only could be visible by the long & steep hike to the top of hill. As it was perceived, to be worthy or not. If it isn’t, there always be a hill that’s worth to hike up. @ Phou Si instagram.com/p/B_ztCKWFuOY/…

The utopian & long speech after the truancy which minds around. The dreamy exhortation over the solitude which consumes the self rebound. The thoughts on the stride which composes the hope. But when the two souls intersect, all things are faded. It was easier when it is imagined.

The Other, Distance & You. Mountains & rivers, life & death, betrayal & lies, years of unfullfiled longings & vain hopes are always intervened the way consciously. The Other will tremble, in a surge of longing, you would save the other & draw other to yourself from the distance.

“And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation” - Khalil Gibran

There is absence of manipulation for other’s advantage in the course of pure devotion. pure devotion is abundant to annhiliate the ache caused by the unrequited affection. There shouldn’t be agony of true devotion from the other’s hapiness. If agony is there, at least it lessens.

The boat might look sailing on the tranquil & calm water, but how does it discern that it heading to true & deserved haven? @ Nam Ou River instagram.com/p/CEd13mfljGX/…

Just as the water gently rises through the stream of incomprehension, may this sincere solicitude of commotion serves the righteous of longing compassion. @ Kuang Si Falls instagram.com/p/CGSJ2vUlmSh/…

Just posted a photo @ Batam Island,Kepulauan Riau - Indonesia instagram.com/p/CJOlrVtr_Mh/…

Just posted a photo @ Jakarta, Indonesia instagram.com/p/CMGpsXJLI-y/…

Burst of gold on lavender melting into the deep blue sky. Just as colorful as 2021. Blessed we survived. @ Plataran Menjangan instagram.com/p/CYJ6F9zP5ls/…