The Flow of Life

Summer days of Texas, hot wind blowing frequently towards unknown direction, a man inside a room alone .......Sometimes sentimental, sometimes moody, sometimes cheerful. Nothing more to think, nothing more to imagine and nothing more to believe in some dramatic change in life. Evolution, the key word for day to day prayer to every biologist, is still unable to convince me. I don't know why? I don't believe in systematic happenings and changes. There are always some dramas in the world, in the earth...and in all that we can think about. I am always different and against what is seemed obvious and usual in front of us. No one is never free from his/her responsibilities and duties that may be day to day type or never lasting in whole life. We should take it easy. We should walk slowly and in our own way, own pace. Though, it is normal conception and agreement among Physicists that; the faster we walk/move, the longer we will be living. But I don't want to live longer. I want to track my own pace on my own path...the path which tribute all the combination of components which are supposed to form a perfect life. I understand, there is no perfection in practical life but there should be perfection in feeling, at least. I like to feel....to imagine....to think.....imagination is the beginning of reality, i believe...i just believe in that......That is why I love thinking, i like virtuality......all the time.....and i am happy on that....and will remain happy forever....