The Journey

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Once upon a time, lost somewhere between life-crowded city, small-minded society, filthy-polluting showmen, there was a young man staring out his heart’s window: heavy raindrops, long shadows, flaming sunset. After seven whole years of waiting, his heart was bored by the mind’s monologues and then decided to cheat on him. Likewise, the struggling began, the journey to meaning and truth.

Thus wrote Zara, the mentioned young man. This blog is his way of letting heart and mind wring together. Its outcome is uncertain. So will be the subjects written in here. Not everyone’s ears are made to hear the cries of the curious, but be sure, everything will take part on his journey.

 

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