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Ideas Penetrating

For the most part of our lives, we remain foolish. In our childhood we were too young to care. Our distractions drive us away from the real tension that we create. And what we create will always be a questioning thought, which we don't need in the first place. Maybe we revolve around these thoughts, because we have nothing else to do. We roam around criticizing people that aren't like us, we worship those who rebelled the way we couldn't, we laugh when we live the way we always wanted, and just when we become what we realize, it's still missing something. Beyond our addictions and regrets, our whirlpool of emotions and the numb feelings that never, ever leave us, we will never know why we still do this. And yet we still do it. Humans are foolish. They don't just stop at survival. They explore existence and they'll never get tired of it. It's foolish, because then happiness will be at a distance, but the ones who make it will realize that there is more than just a fine line between happiness and contentment.

-Anushruti Adhikari (अनुश्रुति अधिकारी )



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  1. UnknownJuly 4, 2017 at 11:35 PM

    good one Anu..." in our childhood we were to young to care "

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  2. Bhaskar DhakalMay 14, 2018 at 11:00 PM

    I might want to share it. Do I have the permission to share it on my wall (along with the credit)?

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