It Isn't Blue

The book is about ëoneself í. Human beings call themselves complex creatures, but how does one define ëcomplexí? What is complex? Most importantly, why are we complex? Why canít we be simple? How difficult can being simple be? We can learn about the world, about every other person in the world but ourselves. We are all cowards when it comes to our true thoughts, our fears, our achievements, the possibility of success, the possibility of failure, love, lust, and almost every other thought. This book is an attempt at dropping some of the filters and propriety the author exists with. It is an attempt at voicing ìthe first thoughtî. It is an attempt that someone somewhere might pick it up and maybe for just a second, try the same.