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LIFE, what can i call it, when i try to coincide this term with the HOW I AM FACTOR in me, I always find claustrophobic to answer. It has never given the perfect definition which i always wanted.I feel sarcastic when i face this question from anyone that HOW I AM?? How, I am really, I don't know. Perhaps I don't know where i stand on my level. Do I know who am I?
Someday, I thought I will cry one day, so that I can get every possible answer or meaning that stands for me.Sometimes, life make you so pessimistic, that gets into your throat that you can't live any longer the way you want to, and when everything in your life is on track that when you are into your luckiest hour of your life, that it will give you so much of enthusiasm that it will take every positive things so brilliantly that you will fly like a demon who can conquer all this universal power, you will grow to the infinity power of optimism and that very moment you will not going to realize what is going around you and the next very moment you will open all the shades of your eyes and you will find yourself falling beside a swine who is mothering into a dump. Now what can you call this life??
Now i don't know for me, where this optimism and pessimism lies, where lies the difference?
Where shall I stand among them?? Really they do have any differences among them or they are just their similar meanings? It is really difficult to understand. For me the best way to get relief is to stand in the valleys between two high cliffs. Even when an avalanche will draw from both the sides you will get killed. Life has no special purpose to stand anywhere. It is a direction where no one knows where it is taking to. From failure comes success and from success it will take no more time to convert it into failure. It is therefore a viscous bullshit where you are in a Bermuda triangle and you are standing in the incentre of it.


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