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It all comes back

Situations occur, memories take place, links of favouritism build.
Time passes by. Why does time pass by?
Is it to act upon what we once did?
Is it to make us feel guilt?
Is it to make us feel happiness?
The truth is time passes by. It passes by, because it is meant to. It never thought what it could possibly do to us, by its actions.
See? It means that it is us who make all the assumptions by ourselves.
It is obligatory for time to move on. Why would it care about us!
What are we in the ravages of times?
"What I can proudly state, is that no one will ever do something so great which will make  that person known till eternity. Somewhere in the past future, we will forget."
Today, as we witness a rapid growth of the world from all aspects, somewhere we will forget something.
It is basic human nature. I may be wrong. But I would definitely be happy to be wrong about this. I mean it obviously is very rare to make a photo album.(people still have photo albums)🤯

Instead we make photo albums in our phones, tabs, etc.
Things eventually find their way back to originality. This was a materialistic example.

What about emotions? Don't they come back to haunt us, or cheer us up?
Let us suppose, there were two friends who used to be best buddies in school. One day they fight and they never talk to each other ever again. (People of strong egos are meant to act like this ok?)
Eventually, since they stopped meeting, they forgot about each other.
And one day, on a special reunion day of the school, they see each other.
As soon as their vision clashes, the first thing which comes back is "my old friend", after that "we don't talk anymore".
Thus, it all comes back! First the good things come back, then reality comes back.
So why not spread love throughout? It is meant to return. Trust me.
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By:   Shaon Bandopadhyay
a.k.a: Snoop



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