Chapter 8: A Circle

 When two ends meet, it is a circle. but what is it called when two ends want to meet but distant. I am surprised how all the branches of different studies are linked with life. Life, I just wanted to enjoy, with my happy after, not to suffer in silence when I want to touch my other end. So near, so close, but yet so far.

Fear of losing is the strongest emotion. You can't sleep, eat, sit; just staring in the blank into the numbness of nothing. Eyes keep searching for horizon, but with every step, it drifts away, just like memories which suddenly hits you, making you laugh on those beauties and cry as you know you have lost few more days. 
But suprisingly you walk down the lane, same thoughts running in your mind, but you end up creating new memories. 

But at the end, you have remember that you are no one in this huge world. you will get support in your journey but at the end you are alone. As, you walk, you turn back and see what you have lost or will you see what you have earned, and where you are standing now. Sometimes, Life is not what we see, but what we feel and prefer not to show to others. 

A famous conversation between life and death, as follows:
Life: Why people hate you but love me?
Death: You are a beautiful lie and I am a harsh truth.

But interestingly, people, now a days talk about death, to escape life. Circles of confusion. Someone prays for one more day, and some one for today to be the last day. Are life and death changing their roles, if so, why? To show how important is to have both, in correct time, maybe. 

Life is such a strange journey, happiness and bitterness, zenith and nadir, smile and tears, carefree and loads of responsibilities; nothing stable, but yet people want others to be stable in such unbalanced path. 

Sometimes I wonder do priorities matter cause at the end positions change with need of the hour. Today, you might be at your highest place but soon you will be replaced and loop goes on. 

All the pain you have caused to others, all the bad wishes you get, will paid in this life; even if your intentions were pure; by showing you the mirror in wrong way.

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