A chapter...

Lately I have come to an understanding that nobody really knows what happened in the past.The history books that we have been reading for so long are not accurate. They might have been tampered with and maybe not showing the complete picture.

So maybe everything that we read and write are not completely true.And if that is the case then why are we so eager to know about the truth that upon learning it, sometimes, we are eager to twist it to fit the general notions.

What is the truth?

Is it our present?

Is it our past?

It's certainly not our future.

Then what?

I have always wondered what is my part in this world?

Am I an important person?

Or am I important only for those who I call family and friends?

Then again am I really that important in life of my friends?

People who will go on without me.

I don't know.

But I know this...

I can be weak,I can be imperfect but I won;t be lost.

People who knew me and still know me will always carry me in some part of their lives in any tiny,irrelevant way they can because...time may fade us from histories unknown and untold but it cannot take away the essence of our soul that flows through our people.

We may fade unsuccessful in terms of achievements...

But we will still be around in memories however minute...