While the journey is getting tough, man likes to stop his pace or even go back and let the journey be just part of the forgotten dreams. Fear leads him to lose in the battle of survival. No man was ever great than he who fought fear and brings it into an end. Victory is in the hand of the soldier, which everyone relies on. Loser is nothing but just a part of judging the game.
Life is an aisle of choices, the flowing of events, which swear that there’s no home to go back. Life’s best friend is obstacle, and death it’s most unwelcome visitor. It is the saddest moment for those who know the real omen of existence. When sun rises, there’s life with it… you. And you are just falling dew that after a moment will dry and left nothing.
The plot of the story probably begins here and ends there. There’s no constant, and constant alone cannot exist. We are part of the many, but only the few of us belong to the changing world. The world is but a weird one which ceases not in rotating on the pivot of humanity, the jungle where everyone with his prowess has no choices but to undergo such intimidation of life across a thousand miles of his destiny.
Patience is a burning fuel to everyone. The root to sustain the briskness on every pace that we made, while courage as being destined plays the chromo sphere where motive resides. The things inside the cage of this pilgrim world are diamonds without its precious glitter where ironically many had bestowed their trust on such kind of burning disguise.
The problem lies not on the conflict per se, but in formulating decision. Any decision is somewhat came from the inner part of belief of the doer. The most critical and elusive one
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