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Perfect Illusion

Did you ever wish to find someone exactly like you? Did you ever feel like you'd want to be with someone who thinks like you and sometimes behave like you? Did you ever meet someone like you ?
Because I think I found someone like me, just a little more chivalrous, responsible, experienced and a talker. I mean everything falls on the same page and it's pretty funny sometimes. But one day you wake up to feel like you are talking to yourself. They have the same characteristics and they can be as annoying as you are. Sometimes, its a nightmare to find someone who thinks and reacts like you do, because you know how they might react if you say something to them, that they might do something which you won't be prepared for. You may also face the crossroads where you realise that he is way too mature to react like you even though he is like you and will tend to take the high road. You will then know that perfect ironies exist; for karma will accelerate to do its job and surprisingly, you will exactly know why. If you're that kind of person who looks back at life and thinks about what went wrong,  this person exactly will show you what went wrong and where you went wrong. Some places you'll feel like you're just being conned by this perfect man. You'd feel like you want to just grow old with that ugly, demanding and the most caring face of the time.

The more you discover the more you realise that this person is just smarter, faster and definitely more annoying.  The day dawns when one of you starts thinking about reality and responsibility and the other one is forced to act responsible and grown up to live a reality you detest.

Even though the idea of change may seem frivolous, but apparently it is the way of life.
Humans were always mean. Handing over such a world, you'd find hard to believe that we've evolved with the values our ancestors practised, with the illusion of achieving peace and happiness.

but at the end of the day, you've got to look at the so-called brighter side. 

Change is difficult but it is not impossible. 

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