Life can act as bitch sometimes and sometimes a real dream. But the fact remains that you are a product of your courage, the more you face the more you learn and develop accordingly. We wonder sometimes what life is all about and where are we heading in this rat race?
Is it that we are all planned and programmed to run behind success and money or are we to follow schedules all our lives and die when our expiry date comes near.Its like chasing something all our life thinking it is the meaning and purpose of life until a day comes when we reach or encounter the fact that this race was not worth.
Everything and everyone is becoming PLASTIC in this world, nothing remains true and it comes with difficulty to believe, be it a smile or a tear.Man kills man to make it to the top and after he gets there he finds himself all alone, all that is left behind is the story of the "killing" with him.
When we are born from the same GOD and when every body has flesh and blood and pain to realise that what it means to hurt and be hurt, then why does it happen that some selected few for their selfish means want to conquer to get power and money no matter they lose the human in them while the other are just victims to the created circumstance.
Our own people have kept the distance from their heart and everything that should have mattered or could matter, we did not even move an inch towards it. So we feel that eventually, we have landed in the graves with an 80 years of experience on the planet and yet have never lived a moment of what life was all about.
So the confusion lies here that since we all die one day we must live the STRUGGLE and survive it. There is no right or wrong to life in today's world. Anything that is accepted is RIGHT and anything that has been rebelled against is worng.
And if you fall in the neutral category of nor the decider nor the victim, than you must do merely one thing and that is to MOVE ON along the flow. When in life things are out of reach and becoming impossible, you either die in the STRUGGLE or simply adapt and MOVE ON, along the flow. MOVE on my fiend. Death is the ultimate rest.
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