From Being Sad to Being Happier than ever
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Everyone knows how to love, I'm trying to learn the art of apathy. I hope I'll succeed someday. Far far away from it as of now.
I guess I care too much about my belongings. This breaks me into numerous pieces. All these times I've tried to gather all the pieces together, to re create the self.
But what I must know is that no matter how much you try to rejoin the broken pieces of the mirror, it won't show the same reflection. Every piece will show a different image - a different phase of life. The big pieces are of happiness, and the small pieces are of sadness. Its alright if we just keep the big pieces, its the small ones that deform the whole image.
So instead of trying to join the pieces, I break them further and further, till they become dust. Now I can bury them deep into the earth, and I buy a new mirror. A new image. A different me. I won't be the same, ever again. But instead I choose to sprinkle the dust on the bigger, happier pieces of the mirror. Now the image is not deformed, it rather glitters back, giving new meaning to live, a new smile on my face, and everyone's face.
So cheers friends, to the new image of our lives, where the sadness is not killed, but is used to increase the proportion of happiness.
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-- Jatin H K Sharma An Urge To Find Myself.
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Everyone knows how to love, I'm trying to learn the art of apathy. I hope I'll succeed someday. Far far away from it as of now.
I guess I care too much about my belongings. This breaks me into numerous pieces. All these times I've tried to gather all the pieces together, to re create the self.
But what I must know is that no matter how much you try to rejoin the broken pieces of the mirror, it won't show the same reflection. Every piece will show a different image - a different phase of life. The big pieces are of happiness, and the small pieces are of sadness. Its alright if we just keep the big pieces, its the small ones that deform the whole image.
So instead of trying to join the pieces, I break them further and further, till they become dust. Now I can bury them deep into the earth, and I buy a new mirror. A new image. A different me. I won't be the same, ever again. But instead I choose to sprinkle the dust on the bigger, happier pieces of the mirror. Now the image is not deformed, it rather glitters back, giving new meaning to live, a new smile on my face, and everyone's face.
So cheers friends, to the new image of our lives, where the sadness is not killed, but is used to increase the proportion of happiness.
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-- Jatin H K Sharma An Urge To Find Myself.
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