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What Is It

Started with nothing but faith... That one day I will be what I wanted to be ....may be late someone asked me "what is it ?" that question Shooked me a bit because I had no definition it was like a unknown mission A Captain who just wants to make things right all he knew was that this version he had was strong and bright his heart was full of blooming light standing through nose cold and breezy nights even though he had no map or no GPRS dreams was something he wanted to chase but still that question stood there unfinished "what is it ?" this was the question which hit him when he was 12 the time when most of them are either busy wining or dwell when everyone was happy on the surface he wanted to break the shell His teenage went thinking about life what is life ? A sweet ice cream or sharp knife surrounded with all the problems and mess ....is there something human will love and feel pain a bit less? answer was all the small dreams in his eyes his dad told him that those are just fairy tales ...beautiful lies but he couldn't ignore that connection and the question still remain the same "what is it?" but maybe this question have no answer because humans are just freelancers who do stuff they love it needed no definition because there is no one they need to explain it to it is just a heaven their heart is connected to or may be the question itself is the answer keep on shining new 'what' after the completion of the last one this idea sounds so handsome look your heart have no language because it's sings the song you need to dance on the rhythm all along and there is not just one song your heart is singing one can have multiple dreams ..start thinking solitude is all you need Because it is something on which your mind feed ask yourself this one question when splitwise is all you see which option will you regret the least option A or option B ?

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