Tears for the Aral Sea

I thought of going there, to Central Asia, and refill the Aral Sea with tears. I could succeed in filling it with My Reason and many other reasons to cry. Then, grab some reasons to feel positive and be happy and even laugh, and come back here. There are always reasons to both cry and smile, indeed. We just have to choose.

If only I could fly on a paper plane, on a paper crane...and cry where water is needed. So many droughts on Earth, so many dying lakes and seas...and so much pain and tears to be cried.

Those taking care of us from somewhere

Those who left this world remain somewhere else. I had been thinking about what is to come after death...eternal peace, return, reincarnation. I couldn’t choose any of them. But now I know that some people whose bodily existence ceases keep among us and take care of us. It’s not scientific, but I feel it. My mother died on 10th July and I feel and know that she is still with us and will stay around taking care of us and encouraging us to keep walking and to be happy. I already felt she’s been taking care of us. I didn’t say goodbye to her since I knew that she’d stay somewhere else. Death is not a farewell, maybe. Possibly.