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Just Being Humans...

That one particular thing… what is that one particular thing which makes the being or the perfect being…

None have seen their flaws, nor will they rectify their own mistakes, but they will never let yours go by…

Why we are ruining our being for not being the perfect… we have ruined our life for even something that God is not aware of…

When we feel that strange emptiness with in us, we inherit those things forcefully on the people around us…

Our own children… our friends… our family members or our loved ones… our siblings… why we pour something that can never be useful for someone else…

Why there can’t be just humans? We have been wearing the expensive tags ourselves that now we are prejudice about those tags which we put on others…

Only one with such tags when comes in front of us its then we are going to do what we have thought… why?

So again, the question comes, what does it mean to be a being?

When two humans are together irrespective of their relation… that’s when we are with beings… apart from that everything is mere formality…

All the love, care, hatred, everything is just because of the label that two human’s shares of a relationship…

So should we dismiss all the human relation and break them all… no it’s not like that… rather to understand that we are human first and then bound to a relation…

We start disliking our parents for not being the way we want them to be… our partner for not behaving the way we want them to be… our children…

Life… is not what we have made out of it… not that what we think it is… life is nature… we as human being are nature… not mannequin that are at the showroom for selling the brand that they wear… we are life… the one that breaths… just being and beyond the uncommon… was of life those are put on us…

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