By being conscious of the surroundings (unreal), one is conscious of the self and ultimately will grow to know beyond the consciousness into reality that is the same as the inner self. Learn to unlearn...to know the reality

The True Companion

Being a human being is so complex.... sometimes a laugh.... other times lots of tears..... sometimes a fear..... then again anger..... a thought, a word.....an argument ....... times of love and passion..care and affection...........victory..achievement...failure.....hmm....the list goes unending... you name it;) Thankful to my emotions.... hate has never taken place in thy heart...  it is nevertheless  existing..... in the bunch of human emotions. Still...these have no permanent existence in our lives... true., words come and go..... people come and go.... Thoughts tooo exist for a small life time........ no-one and no-thing seems to be a permanent companion.... not to forget thy shadow... it exists only under the sunlight.... which tooo is periodical is its presence.... .............. Is there anything else this list is missing............ yes!, Silence.... it is a pat of life but we never give it any recognition nor importance because ... prioritizing silence means letting go all our emotions.... which we feel are the essence of life................... yet if we take time to analyze .............. silence has been existing as a background of every thought, word, feeling, emotion.............etc.............. its just we fail to visualize it because the other prioritized things over shadow it ... that comes to the fore front when the other momentary pleasures and satires fade away...... yet silence has and always been existing without change ............ truly silence is the companion that promises to stand by in-spite any situation.. it is definitely "The True Companion"..

Thoughts.... what if they never existed.... there would be no words............ sometimes  I just want to stay blank... complete silence of mind........ there has been a silence in thy words... I ask myself is it necessary to write.... lost in the realm of thoughts we never thought of the thinker.... probably the answer is happiness itself