Much like dreams they make no sense. What you hear and what
you think might have not much relevance. If you can voice them great or write
them even better, but the person who reads of hears them has all the right to
call you mad. And if they don’t, they too are random thinkers like you, or have
a heart to give a silent appreciation or have come across random heads like
you.
A random thought is an innocent child, difference being that
a random head knows the answer but wants to ignore them and break the rules,
and a child has no clue about it. Just that both are in the state of ignorance
natural or optional.
Random is beautiful. It is all that you can’t be or how it
can’t be but because it is your random thought, now it can be just about
anything. Random is the state of creation, a stage through which every
discovery, invention or idea passes through. Respect random, live random, be
random. Follow a random order sometimes.
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