The very state of mind that brings me back to blogging on this page is frustration to the core. I have been trying to evaluate my emotional quotient but to no avail. But, no matter where i begin i end up evaluating my feelings about life and then ultimately death. The simple fact that "Today can never be the same as yesterday" keep striking back at my conscience and forces me to question the very significance of our importance or rather the importance of our interests.
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This has everything to do with the ideals set for everyone other than oneself. Call me crazy, but isn't death the ultimate doom that makes ne troubles in one's life look like a bliss. But the moment you realise this , you will long to live in the past, the glorious past which no matter what you have gone through is always sweet. Frankly , the only reality of life is the end of it. The shallow heart always has a void with a secret psyche that constantly reminds you of its vulnerability. Probably letting the psychotic instinct in one's self take over the decision-makingisn't a really good idea cozafter all the gravity of the situation is always meagre as compared to the reality of life
