I really don't know whether this world has the same life or not, but somehow it doesn't have the same definition. Everyone has a different story, everyone has a different way to find joy. Some find it in carnivals, but others in solitude. Some want to share their suffering with the next morning, but some just want to sleep with it, even in their darkest night, hoping that tomorrow's ray of the sun will light it up.
The more I try to define it the more complex it becomes. After doing , writing, searching , reading, I found life is not there to define but to live. Life is not there to make only others happy but to feel yourself too. Life is not there to escape from acceptance but to accept it even it is totally unexpectable and unacceptable. Life is not there to act on our own script as it never goes on that but to create everyday a new one.
It is a life in which I don't have to be perfect but be the real one.
Hey my life, please live, forgive others and yourself too.
You are here just for 70 years may be, so if don't become the hands of others, don't be or create the drowning plots in others life.
Just live,
Smile.
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