From The Same Source

Somewhere I belong to the desert land, anywhere else I can't find the thirst to understand what love is. If I lost myself and my heart, I'll not bow down and feel defeated but stay strong and keep faith. Look at the sky, many clouds could go awry in a blink of an eye, make raindrops fall heavily down the earth, but still, the sky stay the same.

Who can be sure of what tomorrow might bring, and who would understand that the heart which never betray the soul will be cheated by the mind to believe that eternity is finite. Ego speaks the language of the mischievous devil, while the spirit keep silence because it knows that there is no need to prove it existence.

You can find contentment in books and trust that it would not lead your soul astray. Books are old souls written in words, some are for entertaining, some are to guide you through your life and some might not be at all trusting, but in them you will find the knowledge to stand against the enslavement of the Ego.

Even when the universe is boundless and vast you will never get lost, because your soul knows the way back to where you belong. The stars are magically lit up upon your path, don't get frighten by the darkness. All are bound together, even the light and darkness are made from the same source. That's why we are not that different from one another.