Hence it is that it is almost inconvenient to exasperate merely the sentiments and desires that patronize your attitude, behavior and outlook. In a delirium of your fight against an inflexible mind, you elude all the worries and complications that hinder any joy or pleasure that takes part in pacifying your sorrow and dejection. You coax yourself to give a part of life to an event that creates eternal memories. You put in the shade the past that has already shattered you. Although you live in a disparate world of thoughts, your mortal life has annexed, at least, some undiscovered beauties.
The emotions recollected in tranquility form the foundation of apprehension. It is beyond a shadow of doubt that this happens when you give consequence to something that can never be viewed again or that which has covered itself just because you have highly tempestuous emotions towards it. Even if you care about it more than anything, it will never come to you. This is more than flesh and blood can endure. It inflicts an ever-lasting pain. It becomes vulnerable to what you are already suffering.
In the course of life, you try to make things around you in accordance to you. In this struggle, you find them as they stand. But after sometimes, your struggle declines and you find them unimportant and inconsiderable, as you realize that your desires have changed too and you do not match with them.
The disagreement between truth and falsehood is not old. They both change one's picture and claim to be either right or wrong. A person is judged by appearance and wealth but not by character and he soon becomes perpetually a victim of his own indignation. From every hand, an air of melancholy surrounds him. This envelope always covers him. It opens only when he finds or sees the reflection of his existence.
The shadow of past never remains above you, but it soon disappears as you move towards the unfinished works or when you meet an unexpected event that alters the present encompassing your idle life and hides the past deeply in your utter imagination. I am not unmindful to emphasize a worthy time that has passed as everything changes regularly. The notion is that one does not look with the eyes of compassion and speak with the language of affection. The world is too big to realize the wondrous beauties it holds as time is too short to enjoy every moment of mortal life.
"Judge yourself the essence of words that mean nothing but amuse you."
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