Manifestation

I've been alone for as long as I can remember. Even in the midst of crowds. . . Then I realized, it wasn't me who was alone. Loneliness had taken root within me.

I've been happy for as long as I can remember. Even in the midst of sorrow. Then I realized, it wasn't me who was happy. Happiness had come to me.

I've been searching for as long as I can remember. Even without moving a step. Then I realized, it wasn't me who was searching. What I sought had set out on its own journey so I could find it.

This book tells the story of a searching man. A man who is lonely, yet happy.

When even a color needs a surface to express itself,

Who am I to not write what manifests in me?

So, don't read this book as you would any other.

Look at it as you would at a color.

But don't judge it.

Don't call it beautiful or ugly.

Because when you observe without judgment, you will understand

That the writer and the reader

Are one and the same.