We are all waiting, waiting to go somewhere, somewhere we have never been, Where we want to be, but don't know yet, Undecided, bewildered, confused, because we don't know, if it is a place we want to be, Or is it somewhere in our mind, this place that we await, constantly.
Spring time … A time of new beginnings.
This is from 2015, last time I went to Pakistan, on route to Kashmir. I don’t know when is the next time I will feel comfortable enough again to visit Pakistan. All things must change and hopefully with time it will get better for people to leave a religion or any other ideology in peace without fear for life in certain countries. The north of Pakistan is beautiful though.
Dwindle not away my beautiful friends, Stay true to your soul and be always kind.
Remember, the river flows freely as it finds its way, It is you that obstruct it thinking, that its strength is in the flow and not in the sustenance of its being.
On the path
you will find it all,
Whether you like it
or not,
Depends
on the way you walked.
