There is something about people who have their own imaginary world.
They believe in the best possible version of human beings there. They flow with emotions just as the river flows on it's path.
No wonder, a river would encounter innumerable rocks resisting it's flow and yet it passes through them all, takes out a different path, do anything but just flow.
Similar are these people.
They let it be and be it.
The right now millisecond is what they live in.
What I am wondering is, the rocks are still there and some wave is still stumbling upon them until broken down to pieces to erode away and be in the flow.
Now that I have written this, I am thinking what if I get questions like "Are these people real?",
"How do I know about them?" and "Is this all about you?".
All I can do is flow, oh, smile.