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Word has it, Life isn't fair...

Life is all but hope to bear, ha ha, and probably the night cold to sneeze.
Word has it that, seconds doesn't only count forward;
Rather, a constant remainder that the past always will be long-lost.

The drive to live life is all concerned with breaking barriers and boundaries. From extra-dimensional, we broke into the womb, and laid siege against our containing vessel for 8 months and half, exercising patience till the right moment when its defense was precariously weak. We tore it down to further break boundaries which are to come.

Now, we're faced with them one after the other, making us seem very tired and weary, at the height of the impending challenges, giving way to its intimidation and seeming supremacy. We probably have forgotten that all it takes to bring a challenge crashing down, is the effort which had been built little by little till it was rightfully enough. Just a little effort regularly, will weaken its roots setting us high towards victory.

Life might not be fair, but being firm and concerned at every point of your life, would leave you at the lucky side.



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