All I know is I know nothing “Socrates”

I always trusted; never believed in confession, statement of faith or symbol. I always trusted.

But a lie cannot be hidden for long behind a beautiful impression, illusion is an illusion; it was unceasingly like that but I always trusted. Is this a sign of a dimwit or I was examining the possibilities of life which kept merciless attitude to hunt me down.

A relationship cannot force upon; it grows and gets its own life. The mystery is we judge, evaluate and examine it with the current circumstances and obligations; and sometime the situation is so harsh it leads to deception.

I always placed confidence in “If it’s mine, it will come to me”, whatever came to me I accepted and kept closed to my heart; and what I wished and left out, I respected my faith and followed my nature and preserved it as best of memories. But how can someone be in memories when they are so contemporary.