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Call it Confusions and Complexities

There are many ways and means to start something afresh and new for every day is a new day and that we have to have new and renewed hopes and zeal to perform over and above the normal duties of a regular man in pursuit of happiness combined with satisfaction only to know that systematically he is nowhere at sight of perfection personified per se, which is nothing but disillusions, far from ground reality of our being, that is which we have been living with under constant threat of materialism, not having done our part to the betterment of this humanity for which we are all responsible, which in essence should and must be our higher goals of life in modern age of living, however little do we know that our life which we cling to so much is nothing far from being impermanent, ready to dismantle anytime soon; therefore it is our higher duty to make this life of ours more meaningful and having to something merited for the next birth in consonance with our future generations, for generations and generations more only in time to fill in the part of this generation with hopes filled with anticipation, all of which are nothing far from our perception of everyday things, far from our little system, which we constantly put our blame on, but nothing in principle does the job, the question all of which takes us to the corporate giants for their wealth in pursuit of more materials, leading to the path of more confusing paths of modern realities and its materialism. 

(This is how (in one sentence) we make our world more complex and confusing than it really is)

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  1. Reminded me of my old friend charles Dicken! lol

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  2. Haha...thanks PaSsu...just wanted to be naughty sometimes.

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