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Blinking cursors

The life of a cursor is not an easy one. It could turn into any shape depending the command of the user but Sometimes it decides to take matters into it's own hands and to do as it pleases and refuses to work In the end it is only an artificial intelligence With an end of life undecided. Our life as compared to the cursor is full of vitality. We do things on whim depending on our mood We do things as instructed because we've got no choice than to obey Sometimes we decide to go our own way ; Different from what we are supposed to do In the end we have a limit We are no robots Why then do we stress ourselves out and not enjoy life? Life without some flexibility and happiness Is like the life of a blinking cursor on the computer screen Dull and without vitality.

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