Who can ever clam having all the knowledge but a foolish?
I have so many questions
Things that doesn’t make any sense
I wonder how the blind process can screen any difference
I wonder how the eyes of envy and jealousy
Can differentiate between confidence and arrogance
I wonder about the polished manner and the artificial speech
That ruins the purity of mind and spoils the exquisite joy
Which every soul yearns
Rest assured my friend
Very often the pure-minded,
seem not to belong in our whickered world
Appears to be devoid of common sense
Appears to be incapable of doing whatever attempts
But they are the one’s capable of making the difference
They are the one’s whom go beyond humiliation
To an everlasting success
Failures is but a small sacrifice
When there is no rises without a fall
And no fall without the promise of a rise
Rest assured my friend
Reward lies in the end of the prolonged process
When you’re on the path of knowledge
Not on the path of easy success
Patience is the lesson that you learn
With the intensity of disappointments and hardships
You will find something remarkable that is confidence
With embracing the painful burdens
You will find fear become your alley
In transforming suffering and sorrow
You will witness how compassion arouse
How can there be weariness when passion is present?