I felt powerless, I felt insignificant, I saw him slip away and I couldn't do anything but watch...He was there, He was among us and now lives only in tales, as if he never existed.
We work hard all our life, striving hard living for others. We build it with our sweat and blood and then, its not ours. Strangers become in-charge of what belonged to us, making decisions which we might or might not have approved of.
We spent our lives trying to build assets and take ownerships, and then we die. We die and we own just the 10x3 grave and nothing else...life is just a dream and we are just characters in it.
Actually what we call destiny is a start of journey to another destiny.I hope there was an easy way to reach the later one but alas! i have to travel via death.
ReplyDeleteYes..Owais, it is even harder for those who are alive, to continue to live with the memories and thoughts of their beloved.
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