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For Self...

A pack of crayons, a set of watercolors. A diary with a pen or a blank sheet of paper and a pencil…

This is what requires for a moment of happiness… those little things rather those huge achievement can relax your being to enjoy the moment…

But this world, where everything revolves and rotate around money even to breathe a sigh of relief you must have paid all your bills…

The only finish line is graveyard… the only way out is within…

The world where everything has to be productive and where everything has to be on time.

Things are not done just in a casual way where even greetings are formals… Only when you are tagged with some brands of companies that you wear, or you work for… then you are normal…

Where leisure is for entertainment… where the darkness of the emptiness is been filled with the screen light, where our life years are calculated based on the screen time…

In this world, such a world, such a place everything looks like a maze… It is those simple acts which will bring you out of the chaotic environment and put you into the meditative phase…

You have to wait, take a step back, from that robotic routine life… and think about something that attract you from within…

Wait, stop, sit down if required put down all the balls that you are juggling throughout your life… and think for yourself… see for yourself…

So many things we are just doing them… so step back and wait and let your heart attract that desire and find that connection….

So just for couple of minutes at least love yourself… and do what you love doing…

 

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