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Uniqueness

Every person is unique, everyone has their own unique life cycle. Sure and offcourse, choice and opportunities, chances and hard work, hustle and talent, they are all factors in a given life cycle. But we shouldn’t compare that, shouldn’t make a competition about individuals lives. Some are billionaires at 15 while for others it takes 40 years to achieve greatness. But what is greatness really in a finite mortal life cycle? 70, 80, 90 years at max in a world that has been around for 4.7 billions years? Really? Does that even matter in the grand scheme of things? Not everyone can or will be a genius, a revolutionary, the best of the best we humans have to offer. Everyone has their unique journey, their unique life cycle, their unique story. So be patient with people who still haven’t found their purpose, their aim in life, their goal. Because neither you nor anyone else has guarantee of life. A billionaire by 15 may die at 18 in a road accident while a so called bumb at 40 might finally find his purpose and live to 80 to spread his greatness. Patience is a virtue, impatience isn’t. So live and let live and let everyone figure out their life journey and experiences and purpose and destiny. This should be the ways of mortal beings with 100 years at Max to live on a 4.7 billion year old planet.

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Innocent Child

I used to be an innocent child,
timid, shy, fearful of the wild,

Always lost in my own world, a dreamer,
Afraid of the night, darkness, a screamer,

Always playing with toys, making my story,
Toy soldiers in war, fighting for honor and glory,

Then my world began to turn,
Amazed by science, I began to learn,

Meeting people from around the world opened my mind,
I started my pursuit of happiness, never looking behind,

Aspiring for greatness, I departed,
To complete the drawing I started,

Not to just survive the life but actually live it,
Not to just take from the world but give it,

To appreciate the architect, the Great Creator,
To put my thoughts on paper, to be a sub-creator,

Then my mind began the singing, in prose and poems,
Stories and characters developed and I gave them names,

Not knowing if anyone would bother to read them,
My fantasies and my stories, I began to need them,

They became a source of refuge, my peace,
My escape, my happy place, my release,

Will my story have a happy ending?
I took the test but the result is pending,

I used to be an innocent child,
Faced my fears and embraced the wild.