Completeness is a lucrative phenomenon that haunts everyone alike. In the part completeness one finds the comfort of absoluteness. The part of the complete is always a partial in its sense but for many that part is nothing but redemption. A warm sunny day breaks apart with the reverberation of a thunder paving its way for the sky to go to labor. The deep romance of the sun and the earth is nothing but a part from the complete. In this partial existence is what one finds life. It’s said, the words have meanings and interpretations but do reality have one?
What I have lived is just a part, the part of a part, or the part of the past well time has to decide. On the magical rug of time I rub with nothing but bewilderment of thought and understanding. I am no looser neither gainer too what I am is just survivor of a lost trade. well this partial existence in this partial planet of the universe is what that brings completeness to the partial bit of thought we pocess. The incomplete words, the left out emotions, the forgotten smile, a reluctant glance the unsaid apology the forgotten appreciation is all but the left out part of a complete truth that stays behind in this complete partial life. Yes we are incomplete, in our thoughts in our life’s and in our reasons of existence. But still we survive and keep on competing to remain incomplete.
