He hate this day in his life. Wrong. He hates almost all the days in his life. When he searched with eagerness and with more interest he found that he is really drowning. Setbacks have become common. Whom to blame? No one. Shall he at least blame his fate? Be careful. Let not fate hate you. Once someone said that I can’t hate him whoever and whatever he is. He lives because he is frightened of committing suicide. He has all the right to end his life. Can you give at least one reason to live on? It’s simple. We give intellectual and threatening reasons for the persons to hang on with depression and meaningless spiritual aftermath. The individual suffers. All because of mere imaginations. Who takes care of him? We preach and the listener goes with a heavy heart. Nobody is interested in reality. Oh the world beats him down. But he doesn’t blame the world. No one is blamed. He carries everything on him without daring or attempting to point the finger on anyone. He is fearful, afraid of everyone. (I would be happy if you think the ‘he’ here is a mere imagination)
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