"I'm no more a romantic person living in some
dreamland or a perfectionist craving for best or an innocent sweet child,
honest, always true to her morals... I know it's nearly impossible for life to
be perfect, dreams might be just fantasies, not always meant to be achieved;
morals are just luxuries only lucky fulfilled and superhuman can afford, or
they're rules of some mad obsessed ne'er-do-wells, or are some chants in
fairytales—never working in real life. There's no true love, there's no
passion; devotion is a meaningless word... selfishness being the first
predictor of success, luck being the second. Loving others without expectation
is killing your own soul. Trusting someone is risking yourself, promises being
stepped down as cheap talks... or bluffs... cheaters are winners, believers are
fools—born to be flop. I'm not describing some nightmare, or experience of some
negativistic person with some personality disorder... this is real life, alas,
not a fiction...."
It's very easy to be cynic in this world, series of
experiences pushing us to pessimism... but thankfully it's not all desert. It
requires strength—a lot of strength to see the meadows, the rivers, the waterfalls
and the jungles... True love is here—able to surpass all fictions, pure care
isn't mythological, here is comfort, here is trust... faith is here to make us
relaxed. It's not harmful to rest in dreamland when we know what is real...
It's not harmful to attempt mending the future while living in present. Number
of efforts may not lead us to success, but they're bound to increase its
chances—if done in correct direction. We're not passive limp non-living objects
moving only with forces from outside, neither are we reptilian brained animals
thinking only of me myself and my present tense... we can gain knowledge, can
plan the future, can think strategically while still protecting our morals...
we can get joy by doing something for our loved ones; we're humans, we're born
to celebrate our humanness.
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