Phone's draft

I’ve heard and I believe that the textual drafts resting somewhere down in one’s phone these days speak for that person. Going through my own, I must say I’m currently unable to publish them here at the moment for there are topics that I can’t face myself or rather I still hope I’d confront them without writing about them.
The universe of an individual can be so huge and so entirely filled with things that will give that person tonnes of insights into themselves and it can altogether create a different world for them from what they think they’re living in. When there’s a place that creates in a person a mirror that tells them of the sides they’re simultaneously carrying without knowing, such a place in itself is a home. Because that’s what the world is supposed to do, inspire a human being by its own beauty and comfort at the same time. Because we’re all nothing but a bunch of kids unknown, curious of the life we’re living.
After months, I visited a place. This place inspires me to do so much more than I’ve ever dreamt of and it is so comforting that somewhere it aches! Pagdandi. Books, Chai Café. A place that I never thought existed in the world. Pagdandi is a rough path through a farm or a up a hill, a path that’s not constructed but appears when one walks following their heart. I step inside and I have this whole widest of the screen of the things that I can do, wanted to do all this time but didn’t. It tells me where I stand in the world and that I’m part of the crowd.
The thing is, you know you have much more to offer. You know you haven’t opened up enough. You know you’ve only utilized 2% of your potential. The wings are crawled in and that’s the last thing they’re meant for.
Why and when do we become slaves of time and consequences?
Wings are made to fly with.