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Life is incredibly short and it must be seized!

Gosh....
Just a few thoughts rushing through my mind before we dive into imaginations.It's been a good year, I reckon by how it just zipped by so fast.And i want live my life without regret.The only rouse that I have is when people’s thoughts get too twisted...too jaded...

We always seem to live in madness.Sitting by the window one sunday evening with cup of tea in my hand.Engrossed in my own world.Closing our eyes to the sadness.Living on the fringe of reality. Locked up in our absurdity.We human beings live for quite a long time and for a lot of that time we are not happy.Why cant we be like rats. Rats live for quite a short time and for most of that time they are very, very happy... And the opportunity of a lifetime must be seized within the lifetime of the opportunity.I want to wake up feeling that I will learn something new and better every day. Seize every moment of my day.I wish i could follow that saying which says "Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear." Wish i could live life king size.The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.And believe that the world is not a big, bad place filled with creepy-crawlies; but instead it’s a marvelous place filled with light and laughter. Life holds a great deal of the good stuff in store for me and all of us...

Life in abundance comes only through great love.I think in our busy schedule of dreams.We must also not forget our quest for life.We must Love our life like some Enigma abstruse and complex, Which sometimes may please us, more frequently vex.Because in this short span of life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

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