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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Am I wrong?

How do you understand what you are going through.. why do we have to think about how we feel things and why.. Why do we think emotions cloud our judgement; Is every time going to be the time to make sensible decisions? Who decides the limits and who takes care of relationships. Who made it a practice to belong in a society? Why is it that if one soul makes an estranged decision, a decision that does not favour the society; is considered to be the black sheep of the community, why does he/she have to listen to everything the society want to say.,They say that they care, but the concept of caring can be viewed with different perspectives, so why do they impose their decisions on us? Why do we have to make hard decisions in life? Has it always been this difficult or has time complicated things, does compromise have to be the answer always?

Why didn't our ancestors do something to make it simple, it is this human instinct to complicate things, to lead a life where we have to think. Is offence the only thing we need to be careful of, does respect have to be a part of oneself, why can't we live and let live, why is there a price to pay always, why do we have to fight for our rights in the first place, aren't we supposed have all the "rights" that we have? 

Why isn't it plainly simple?Who is responsible for the complication? The apple that adam ate? Or is it man ?

Where do you think is the answer? Back in time or here today with an individual, with one's soul?

Is all this a necessity for personal peace or should we let it go because time has all the answers ?

Are we going to wait for the world to end like this in a mess, or will we see that day when you cannot imagine owing anything to anyone, and finally living on your own terms.


Will we help making it happen or will we take care of ourselves first and then we will think about helping out?
We know our answers don't we? Deep down we know, its impossible, isn't it? 

Ironic isn't it, making things and life simple and easier is the hardest thing to do?


Or, Am I wrong?


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