SUSMIT
CHAKMA
About Me
Susmit this side — So if youre wondering what this is about honestly i have no clue either lol just wanted to share my experience with the people who know me or maybe we met somewhere before or you just found this through stacking or from suggestions. Idk man thats kinda it i guess. just someone who wants to put themselves out there without trying too hard.
Watching those stars and gazing at them made me wonder how lucky I am to be born into this world.
As a child I used to dream of watching shooting stars and making a wish or becoming an astronaut and exploring the vastness beyond our little world.
All those dreams could not make it into reality I guess that is what life is about.
Some dreams fade like stars before we ever get the chance to reach them yet they still leave a little light behind.
Perhaps growing up is not about making every dream come true but learning to find meaning in the ones that never did.
And sometimes when I look at the night sky I wonder if those childhood dreams were never really meant to be forgotten but simply meant to remind us of how beautiful it was to dream without limits.
Walking into those mountains and seeing the rivers wander through them does give a peace which was once lost through my own folly.
It reminds me that those mountains did not rise within a few days
They took millennia to take their form
Through seasons untold and ages beyond remembrance
And yet they stand as though time itself hath passed them by.
Perhaps that is what life is about
To understand that it is well to be uncherished
It is well to walk unseen
And it is well when affection is not returned.
For we are all but human
We bear our pride
Our self respect
Our insecurities
Our selfishness
And the flaws that follow us wherever we go.
I am no different
I have my own follies
My own misjudgements
My own imperfections
And perhaps some lessons are learned only after they have cost us something.
Yet beneath those timeless mountains I have learnt one thing
Not all that is lost must be sought again
Nor must every silence be filled.
Some things are simply left to the river
To wander beyond our reach
And perhaps there is a quiet kind of freedom in letting them be.
To be continued
SUSMIT®