A life without something we can call our own..... is unimaginable. 'Possessions' is rather a big word.
It all starts with....me, mine, my name.............. my mother, my father..... my children, my friends, my wishes, my dreams, my things....my achievements.........my world... the list goes on.. never ending. Each possession we gain separates us from the previous one we had. Once our wish is fulfilled... it becomes an achievement, an achievement ages to become a past thing. The eye dreams another wish. Once we make new relations... we get distanced from the old, though we still live them all. It does not take much time to place our possessions in our memories. Memories too become past. As the number of possessions grows, we build a closet for them... much bigger, than each possession once was. The closet becomes a storeroom.... a world that we call our own. A locked world... or a world where we have locked ourselves! unable to part from it, assuming to save it, forgetting the count of possessions we have tried to lock ourselves into..... a world of our possessions or a world where we are possessed! A world no more lasting than the presence of breeze.
It all starts with....me, mine, my name.............. my mother, my father..... my children, my friends, my wishes, my dreams, my things....my achievements.........my world... the list goes on.. never ending. Each possession we gain separates us from the previous one we had. Once our wish is fulfilled... it becomes an achievement, an achievement ages to become a past thing. The eye dreams another wish. Once we make new relations... we get distanced from the old, though we still live them all. It does not take much time to place our possessions in our memories. Memories too become past. As the number of possessions grows, we build a closet for them... much bigger, than each possession once was. The closet becomes a storeroom.... a world that we call our own. A locked world... or a world where we have locked ourselves! unable to part from it, assuming to save it, forgetting the count of possessions we have tried to lock ourselves into..... a world of our possessions or a world where we are possessed! A world no more lasting than the presence of breeze.
