LIFE-An unplanned itenary.
Expectations then dissapointments. Dissapointments then heartbreaks. Heartbreaks then isolation. Isolation and then an entry. Entry and then expectations again and round goes the circle of life.
We start,we go on complaining,yelling,making a fuss,sharing laughters,making memories,sharing,making and breaking. The most transactory fact about life is,that it is not too short.
We often come across instances,that provide a deeper meaning to it changing every symphony of the strings.
No wonder why people often get tired of living,after all there's so much to take,grasp and absorb on the tender surface of our minds and to rejuvenate is to take another road. So what do we do?
Give up maybe? Easy one. Yeah?
Human life is ironical. Your being is your identity,once you depart,no acknoledgements make their way to your address at heaven. When you die,people will surely cry because they lose something that was their's.
We all have shed a million tears on our dead toys. Haven't we?
And adults are no different. A time comes when they get over the tears. They move on. And that's how it's always been.
We often make decisions that bring us no good. Infact,change everything for worse.
SUICIDE being one of the most foolish one.
Life is bad,it gives pain,hurt and brings us a lot of disgrace. But we as mature people should look beyond the hurt. The best thing about all bad times is that it passes very soon. Nothing lasts forever.
And no cause could be big enough to take away a life. We are not loners. Our lives are not just ours.
Tragedies do happen,make headlines and then these newspapers get recycled.
That's how our lives are,it gets recycled.
We are destined to end where we start and when we decide to quit,we disturb the flow.
Bloggers,to go with the flow is effortless. Accept life like it comes to you. There ain't any shortcuts to happiness..and none to heaven.
We are paid for everything we do,sooner or later.
Good will happen but only if life goes on. People will come,and go.
LIfe will move on. That's nature.
Good night.
Expectations then dissapointments. Dissapointments then heartbreaks. Heartbreaks then isolation. Isolation and then an entry. Entry and then expectations again and round goes the circle of life.
We start,we go on complaining,yelling,making a fuss,sharing laughters,making memories,sharing,making and breaking. The most transactory fact about life is,that it is not too short.
We often come across instances,that provide a deeper meaning to it changing every symphony of the strings.
No wonder why people often get tired of living,after all there's so much to take,grasp and absorb on the tender surface of our minds and to rejuvenate is to take another road. So what do we do?
Give up maybe? Easy one. Yeah?
Human life is ironical. Your being is your identity,once you depart,no acknoledgements make their way to your address at heaven. When you die,people will surely cry because they lose something that was their's.
We all have shed a million tears on our dead toys. Haven't we?
And adults are no different. A time comes when they get over the tears. They move on. And that's how it's always been.
We often make decisions that bring us no good. Infact,change everything for worse.
SUICIDE being one of the most foolish one.
Life is bad,it gives pain,hurt and brings us a lot of disgrace. But we as mature people should look beyond the hurt. The best thing about all bad times is that it passes very soon. Nothing lasts forever.
And no cause could be big enough to take away a life. We are not loners. Our lives are not just ours.
Tragedies do happen,make headlines and then these newspapers get recycled.
That's how our lives are,it gets recycled.
We are destined to end where we start and when we decide to quit,we disturb the flow.
Bloggers,to go with the flow is effortless. Accept life like it comes to you. There ain't any shortcuts to happiness..and none to heaven.
We are paid for everything we do,sooner or later.
Good will happen but only if life goes on. People will come,and go.
LIfe will move on. That's nature.
Good night.
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