"In the race of getting through life, we seldom forget to truly live it in its true essence." how often do we question life? how often do we wonder if we really are living the way we dream of living? Probably every time when we try to sleep because it's only then that we are left alone with our thoughts. So, is life a journey, a road, a song, a melody, a tale, or a narrative? I'd say it's everything which exists between nothingness and fulfilment. To exist is to be a part of the universe, but to live is to make the universe a part of you. To love and to laugh, to be kind and hopeful, to have faith and zest even in the darkest of times is to be human; and that's when the universe becomes a part of your soul, a part of you. We might think our life isn't perfect because it isn't the way we want it to be, but is that really the truth? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. What is perfect then? Someone once told me, 'it doesn't have
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