bla bla ... some more philosophy taken out from a confused mind

The thing that defines today’s life is creativity. As much creative u are that much value u get.

What happens when our creativity is caught like a bird in a cage? She can only sing in a closed space but can fallow the own rhythm of her fly into this world.

Just walking down on the street watching people I saw so many copies of “perfect humans” in their perception…. Nothing which could be called mine or yours because all is made to shine in front of the world , to look good. Then I wondered that the only perfection I, u, me, she, he, most of us have is the faking part… a perfect irony for a perfect face of life.