Just a thought...

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We are different, one of us points towards thinking about what people might say, whereas I think about when this life will fade away, or what's the point of living, if the reward is death ! Maybe life is nil, A play that plays again and again. we are lied to that new day brings new sunshine. however, the past comes crawling back to you, till the present to the future. You care about your life, your problems, your feelings, forgetting the meaning of life, that's what I am curious about, I am tired of the knots of judgements, knots of making people feel bad and give them no reason to live for, just prove yourself that you deserve to love. My friend, we aren't the same at all. you think a person with money is the Winner of Life, But is it true? A winner is a person who goes beyond the system, like in the game, But this game is not about money, Its about love, living, Being grateful, working on yourself, Not to achieve anything, but making people believe that they deserve to live this life. Do you make them feel that way? Or try to gain money just to win the game? 

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Anonymous said…
Wow, I like the way you think!!!
17 May 2025 at 05:39
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