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Two options (roughly)

Life has commitments.
Commitment to everything you love.
However you can only have two options to commitments.
To live up to it or not to.
If you love to do something, you either do it or you don't.

So, the life that we live narrows itself to only two options at the end.(roughly)
That is what I feel.
You see, you never really do like something that isn't just made for you. You cherish specialty.
Causes of which, you demand.
See, when I observed that life offers you two choices (roughly), I said to myself,
"Why not quench for the third option? Why not make myself known to it?" Little did I know that the third option maintained its anonymity even after a request.

 It didn't exist. it never has. But it is great if you have at least tried to find the third choice.
The very reason that you try to find such hidden things is the evidence of your nature and your reality along with your personality.~⚡️
I tell all you people, if you think you're one of them, I beg you not to change.
Because you guys are the ones to motivate others to be like you. See yourself as this,
Suppose you're the light. See, a light cannot show itself if there is no darkness! Am I right?
Darkness here, is referred to the cliched-thinkers. No offence.
You can bring a change in everyone's life. Not just someone. Just be content with your boldness.

Be the light.

By :    ⚡️
           Shaon Bandopadhyay
a.k.a    Snoop






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