– Hima Gharti<\/p>\n
I am a traveler, understanding home, society and country to understand life. I am traveling in a foreign country in search of a destination with a dream in a suitcase, searching for the definition of life. The complexities of this journey are unique. <\/p>\n
This journey was never easy, whether it was a journey to the capital leaving my parents at home or leaving the country and traveling abroad. I miss my relatives a lot these days. I miss the country a lot. <\/p>\n
In this way, I am a traveler trying to be a new person again and again. … <\/p>\n
In the middle of the night, I think again yesterday, and today I look at myself and remind myself – why do you care? After all, life was like this, yesterday and today, maybe tomorrow will shine. <\/p>\n
The difference is that some dreams are broken, the doors of many dreams are closed. New doors of dreams will open again. <\/p>\n
All the dreams that have been left will remain in the memory, I will love all those dreams, I love them very much. <\/p>\n
I understand life with a bundle of memories. There is nothing to remember except work, study, and living in a lonely room. <\/p>\n
I have nothing but sweet memories in this foreign city. <\/p>\n
Life has become a heap of bitter experiences rather than sweets. I search for meaning in living again and again. I think a lot about the struggle. <\/p>\n
I feel like leaving everything and going somewhere without telling anyone, but then I remember the hope and trust that my parents saw in me and the sweet support of hundreds of friends. Relatives’ beliefs. I’m back to my own reality. <\/p>\n
In a foreign city, strangers used to be their own, let alone these strangers, even their own people have become strangers now. I don’t have the time to ask my loved ones how well-being, nor do I have time to tell them how to do it. Nowadays, friends have stopped sending birthday wishes once a year, let alone saying good morning. My heart breaks down from time to time and I think to myself, this is how a person is lonely! <\/p>\n
Busyness has restricted life in such a way that there is no time to eat, sleep and even look in the mirror once to see who I am. Life goes on in a way that is hard for anyone to believe. There are many such unfathomable days in life, which do not lighten the mind even after telling anyone, nor do you get peace by keeping it in the mind, but it sits as a thorn in the heart and keeps chewing from time to time. <\/p>\n
The mind says that someone is living, just to live, without existence, without cause. Again, I think life is dynamism. It’s also a journey of struggle. <\/p>\n
Thus… <\/p>\n
Every moment life shakes itself in many ways, and then I remind myself and say to myself that you are a person who is looking for a destination, do not give up until you reach the place where you need to be. <\/p>\n
Don’t worry about hunger, sleep, thirst, rest and many other things… Because<\/p>\n
Life is a museum of bittersweet experiences…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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