I sense that WALLS like battlements enclose their own stories. It’s eerie that I may possibly have thought about that so but it is how it is. I walked into this wall in a parking lot. I was immediately fixed to its insignificant colour and charm. Don’t get me off beam as I am not insane. I am just fascinated in this ordinary thing that in some way finds itself magical in my very eyes.
Perhaps this wall had a cheerful story for it made me leap for joy.
*Where can we find happiness? Happiness is not found in a tranquil life free of storms and tempests. Real happiness is found in the struggles we undergo to realize our goals, in our efforts to move forward.*
