I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

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I break tradition, sometimes my tries are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

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Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

-- "Unwritten" lyrics Natasha Bedingfield

"kabhie murid hoon, to hoon murshid kabhie
kabhie sarab hoon, to hoon sach kabhie
jo bhee ho shakal meree
shaamil rahaa tujhmein sadaa"

Sometimes I am disciple, other times I am the teacher
Sometimes I am mirage, other times I am the truth
whatever be my face
I have always been part of you.

streets are cultural phenomena - some countries streets are filled with aroma and intensity of everyone around the street, other countries street are empty, impersonal. Whichever streets you have lived in through your life, you carry them through you all your life. It is as if, in your heart you are etching the streets. You will walk these etched streets every time you want the same comfort. Some streets will be more safe than others, some will provoke you to changes, others will make you empathize, and there will be some that will provide you refuge in your low times. The summer filled streets will make you warm in the coldest winters, spring bloom will bring you the smiles.

whichever, wherever and whenever you live, make sure you walk enough through the streets to absorb them and make them your own.

The old teacher never saw me;
he lived long before my time.
Though I may never meet him,
I can see the road he traveled.
With his wise road before me,
what reason for me to stray?

- korean sijo by Yi Hwang