Honey has life, it has legs.

When I woke up this morning, I found that one of my honeys has gone. Whatever the reason was, it ran away anyway. I wanted to find it back, but I gave up in the end. It has legs, it could run, it could hide, it wouldn't just stay there because I wanted it so.

Can't recall when it was, I found that everything that has life has an expiration date labelled with it. It starts, it stops. It grows, it dies. Honey has legs; it comes, it goes. I used to get sad when I see it disappearing, but now I've become so numb about it. I've understood that it has legs, it doesn't stay, and it won't stay long. It's all about the matter of time, the expiration date. When my honey is gone, I no longer just sit and wait for it to come back. Because I know if it belongs to me, it will be mine again. In the meantime, I'll just go find another honey.

What happens if we stay and wait for it to return? We might just starve and starve and starve, and become insane. We blame the world for not giving us sufficient honey. But the fact is that there is as much honey as we dream of, it's just distributed, or located, in different places, and we have to find it out.

As time passes, we forget what we said;
As time passes, we forget who we cared;
As time passes, we forget why we believed;
As time passes, we forget how we loved.
We went down to the pool of honey and tasted a bit of its sweetness. We were so greedy and carried too much of it. Sweetness was overwhelming and finally we got fed up with it. So we went down to another pool of honey and looked for something to replace it. What a cycle...

Time tickles, we see more actual things, and we become less of a dreamer;
Time tickles, we get older, and we become less of a healthy person.
On the other hand, while we see more actual things as we grow older, we become more of a tougher fighter.

Everyone changes, everything changes.
When our beliefs walk away, who is going to stay?
And we eventually learn the truth that no one can be safe, and that nowhere is a better place of where we are now.
We exercise and get ready to move once we run out of honey.
Stop asking who stole your honey. No one stole it, it just slipped away itself, because it has legs.
Ask where the other honey is. Ask how do you get there.

We all are honeys, all the things we like are honeys, and we all look for honeys that make us happy.

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