You are born to this world. You grow to become someone, to how great you will never know. You enjoy things society dictates as the norm. You exploit them and vice versa. You tire of them eventually. Big time lag. You encounter the big Question Mark. You lose yourself for a time. You question everything. You don't know why you exist and in the process you do things that take your mind off of your anxieties. These things. These silly little things. You enjoy them. You feel happy because you forget your anxieties. You think of ways to put them in to something good. Something that will touch everyone. And you do. You find your purpose and you are happy. At last. You demonetize your work and discover the value of sharing. Of giving. And it feels good. That word, it feels right. You think about your health. You imagine how all these things will go to waste if your body can't permit them. You take vitamins and minerals. You jog. You eat and drink everything you think is good for your body. You meet a god whom you draw Hope from. And Faith. And Love. You pray to it. You become empowered. You value your life and the Universe. You challenge yourself in every step of the way. You encounter hurdles and you leap over them --even though sometimes you don't feel like it anymore. You accomplish your objective and your life just run on pure pleasure of doing. You look at the things you did. These silly little things. You reap them. You realize the good journey. You think it's a beautiful world. You accomplish. You are fulfilled. Everything is perfect. It's time to die.
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5/21/10
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