And remember, I'll be there. I'll be up in the air. So sometimes, if you want to talk to me, put yourself in a corner, close your eyes and look for me. We can talk. But not in a wordy language. In silence.
No one ever told me "you'll fly". No one ever promised me "you won't die". Yet with no wings I've already flown a lot and "now" with no regrets, of unkept promises, of incomplete things, with no added pain I'm getting ready to fly again.
They say that in India the prettiest time is the dawn, when night still drifts in the air and the day isn't yet full, when the distinction between dark and light isn't clear and for a moment, man, if he desires, if he can pay attention, he can sense that all which in life may appear in contrast, dark and light, the true and the intrue, man and woman that are amazingly different, but that in love can become One.
A good time in life always presents itself. The problem lies in recognising it.