Eternal search for peace, within and without.

There is a difference between what we know or understand vs. what there actually is. It is like deep oceans of many many earths worth of knowledge in the face of our ignorance. We think we could define things by putting them in words or giving them pictures in our head, when we're miles and miles away from capturing even 0.1% of it.  

Once in a while, the universe finds its ways of giving us a glimpse of all that we don't see with our eyes, or think with our heads or generally perceive. And then, its like we've been awakened. Every breath feels new, every colour is more true. For instance, the rods and cones in our eyes can perceive only a limited wavelength of all the light around! 

How could we ever think that we know/see/perceive everything when we understand only a fraction of it. There's so much more than what our limited minds can project out as reality. For knowing the fact that we're more ignorant than aware; and for all that there is, there was or there ever will be, I am forever grateful. 

Every night, we go to sleep with universes within and without, holding us in a warm embrace; and wake up to be poured back in our stories of what we pretend to be. Only to go back to slumber later that night and make it all worthwhile. I love how childhood seems more real than adulthood, as it shows a rather more real picture of the world. Wake up - go play - come back home, clean the slate and restart tomorrow. Every day is a new chapter, with the pen in our hands to write about. Here's an ode to that. 

For believing.