I haven’t, and yet, I have

I haven’t lived long enough to know if death could be more pleasant than life.
I’ve lived long enough to know that what matters is to make each day  alive count.

I haven’t loved strong enough to understand two bodies one soul.
I have loved enough to know I cant live entrapped with not even my soul to call just my own.

I haven’t read enough to claim to know it all.
I’ve read enough to know that tomorrow I shall read something that amazes me more.

I haven’t traveled enough to know every corner of the world.
I’ve traveled enough to know only one place can ever be called home.

I haven’t been away from home long enough to know what home-sickness is.
I’ve been away enough to know you  can never go ‘home’ again.

I haven’t lost enough to ever have felt I have nothing more to lose.
I’ve lost enough to know I can never get back what I had.

I haven’t ever wanted enough to not want anything more.
I’ve wanted enough to know what a desperate measure is.

I haven't done a lot of things I wanted to do, but when I think of it,

I haven’t, and yet, I have…



Note: The line in italics(I haven't done a lot of things I wanted to do, but when I think of it) was contributed by my traveler friend and fellow blogger Angelo . You can look at some of the pictures from his travels here .

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Song Recommendation: Lost by Coldplay