Once I lost my life over heartbreak.I think its how the living in this world is. You die every now and then, paving way to a new and better self. Your past emotions are lost, rotten relations are forgotten, all for good. This game of life is beyond the concept of success or failure;it is about how much resilient your mental capacity is, to start afresh every time you die. Life is nothing special to be memorable, nothing precious to be looked after. The more you memorize or look after your life, the more you are tensed of losing it.
In a way life is like money. Sometimes you save it for your loved one, as in sacrifices. But mostly you spend it for your own happiness but just like money, life can’t get you everything. You earn life and hope to spend it on right people, but at every opportunity you waste it on wrong ones. But there are misers of life, who spend nothing and die their final death miserably. No matter how less your life is, you should spend it entirely to become a pauper and then start over again finding means to earn it back.
In a different aspect life is a journey, people being the destinations. You travel to the destinations, hoping to settle down there. Sometimes you stay and most of the times you travel away completely heartbroken, hoping for a new destination. There is no end to any travel though. At each failed destinations, you die and get reborn to a brand new travel. At every birth, the destinations are new and so are you. At times you revisit some of the old destinations, but you perceive them in a completely different aspect. All of a sudden, a lost life is a reason for joy, a reason to live, and a reason to move on with life.
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