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LIFE


    What is Life? This is a question that has befuddled my thoughts through many nights when stars were there and not. I say it is special, simply special.

    Think of the events from the beginning and we can see how marvellous the journey has been from a single primordial atom exploding from a point to the ever-expanding universe in which we are thriving in today. It blows my mind to think that we exist, in flesh and bones, with consciousness in a timeline of billions of years.

    Interesting, Isn't it? To think about the way we reached here and the process through which the journey has reached here as it is now? Fascinating. Now, let us return to the question raised in the beginning. What is Life? Well, this question depends on the person you are asking it to, in general.

    An engineer would say life is about inventing new things and making our lifestyle easier on the earth. A doctor would get absorbed with the importance of nerves and muscles that constitute our physical body. If u meet a philosopher, he will charm you with riddles about how beautiful the spiritual world is for us. Meanwhile, a physicist or a scientist would inquire if we believed in aliens and teach us about the big bang theory and many more.

    So, in a nutshell, life has been different for each person depending on his interest in thoughts or his lifestyle. Then in generally how can we assess the quality and terms of life in the world? Quite hard right? But I think it is simple than what we think of it.

    Life is not a big question. It is just a statement. You are born and you die. And the part that differs you from the person you were until your death from the unknown identity you were at your birth, that is your life.

    It is better to not think too much into the truths of life because once you do, you understand everything around you is a hoax; a make-belief to make sure you have to pay to live.

    Let us see what we make off from life, the journey that infers the person you were after you cease to exist as a physical embodiment; or simply say after your death.

    Isn't it funny that we have to die in order to know what type of image you had in other's thoughts? Much funnier fact is that we have to actually care for what others think when simply we can do without it.

    For me, Life is not about making money or any kind of materialistic possession; despite I hate to say that we are still in a cobweb to pay for living, and sadly the only species in the earth to do so.

    For me, Life isn't about proving yourself to others. It is only about doing something that you love only because it makes you happy. For the practical world, I still have to inform, if not lucky, you have to find something to pay your bills.

    For me, Life isn't about being good or bad. Because everyone will be a villain in someone else's thoughts. You make your life by doing what is right without hurting another life. Live and let live is the motto.

    For me, Life is about smiling at the end of the day, until forever, knowing that another sunrise passes by and another sunshine is awaitingYou are one in a so-big-uncountable-number and you don't have a pre-written destiny to chase, you only have your happiness to create. That's life!

    Life is everchanging lads, learn each second, love every eye. Be Kind and Judge less. Lose Hatred. Spread Love.

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  1. Good work man... keep spreading love through ur words💓

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  2. ❤❤❤❤Fabulous mahn...keep on it..

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    1. Sure, until the last breath..words shall lead the way . Happy you liked it

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  3. Good one Sree.. you always reflect your mind in your writings and thats why they are so appealing... Keep going❤🙌

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    1. Thannksss Sumiii ... You have been a support since college and i appreciate that

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  4. It's superbb.brother..you always seems to be unique person for me.no.one thinks like u..if there it's rare...always be like that v r there to support u..keep on.going mhann 🙃.

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    1. Thanks mahn . Just letting out my thoughts and I am happy that you liked it.

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  5. Beautiful writing, keep on doing it .

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  6. It made me pause for a second to think what life is for me and I cant find a definite answer for that but like you said life is changing and the only thing for us to do is to go with the flow,learn things and to be a better person.Thankyou for making me to stop and think about life too. As always your writings are becoming more beautiful and intense ❤❤

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    1. Yes, Bincy. we are kind of moving fast worried about how we will finish this life when what really matters is the run and not the race. I am happyyy that my words had some impact in your world. Keep smiling and spread love. Thanks a lott for reading

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  7. Waah awesome bruh❣️❣️

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  8. Nice sree , good approach about life. .. .

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    1. Thanks a lot...just meddling with my thoughts

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  9. Honestly expressed! Soo much truth in your wonderful,touching words chetta.Its really a shame to realise the fact that we are the only beings who needs to pay inorder to live.

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    1. Yes it is. I am hoping life becomes happier and less stressful times.

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  10. Soo eye opening blog.....and sincerly thanku for completly changing my view about what life was and what life is.

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    1. Thanks you so much...it means a lot...

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  11. Well said Sreeju....nicely composed 👌👌👌

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  12. Superbb maan so u are the next chetan bhagat hahaha keep going 🤗

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    1. Thanksss ... Hoping to publish a book soon

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