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Make Your Own Tea...

 

Since it is a known path that’s the reason, we follow… we are always seeking for someone to rely on…

We know that it has provided the desired destiny to many of them whom we see around… but what we miss out is us… we know everything about other people but little out ourselves…

Everything we had desired, most of them have come true… but earlier we were crying for that desire and now we are crying with that desire…

Now what to ask? What we want? What will we get? Are the strange questions where confusion have turned to irritation. Where days are lived by without any motivation…

Fear is at the lead which have brought us here… most of the things which we do were because of this fear – fear of losing the one whom we love, fear of not able to make it to what we have thought, fear of all those mouths around us…

So, to avoid the life of wild… and trying not to be a beast we choose to be a pet, pampered and fed on others attention and left over… then we brag about living “my life on my own terms” were in reality we don’t even have our life…

Lead by the insecurity and fed by the talks of all the difficulties, we know it all, we know about all the failure we know about all the obstacles, and we know about how the path will be ahead and what the destination will be…

But all these things which we know is from someone else experience… we know for sure that we should learn from the mistakes of others… but that does not mean that if one has failed at something even, we will fail at it…

Listen, learn, think but allow yourself to go on the path that you think is made for you… remember the tea is always made with same ingredients but it always tastes different…

So, it’s our life, we only have those same ingredients but don’t stop or don’t make a mistake of not trying to make you tea…

Don’t think about what your loved ones will say… at the end event they will be the one who will say “hope you would have tried it”. Since they don’t know your vision and they don’t understand the importance of these things in your life… But you can work in such a way that they realize, and you don’t have to say…

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