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Are your thoughts a privilege? A necessity? An escape? Or just for namesake? Arguments and debates do not ensure intelligence. It's easy to get lost just as it is easy to preach. It's easy to dream as it is easy to just "exist". We all may wish to challenge the norms, theories, ideologies and even facts but never leave out practicality of the basis that you form along the way. Wouldn't it be awesome if logic and revelations were genetic...a passover through generations of sorts. But the essence of your thoughts will always take time. We can choose to feed our wanderlust but a void will always be there as reason creeps up your spine like those gentle tendrils of a wallclimber that toughens its grip with time...We talk about the universe and the vast possibilities of it...a fairy tale of sorts...a research paper for modern physics...a marvel for astronomy and logy..out of bounds for those making daily ends meet...under a constantly evolving core..its only perspectives. Absorb all that you can..leave that you can't believe with reason..but disdain is not necessary. Choose to believe...or choose to shun away from everyone and everything...the journey you take is what gets you there eventually. And "there" is also instantaneous with the nagging feeling that nothing is ever "right" or "wrong". All just occurences and anamolies. We all have our own realities or the perception of it and that's what we have to deal with and progress-regress-digress. Embrace everything but keep your mind, heart and soul in check. People spend a lifetime focusing on the macros and micros of themselves or the world..the five stages of grief always revel. Acceptance is a must...a choice is not given...do choices really exist? Chemical balance..waves ...reception and senses...somehow we have been bound in this folklore of sorts or a science marvel...hold it close...but not too close as well...letting go is an art form...that we all need to practice. Energy, vibes, frequencies..idealism is easy just as its impossibility is..optimism is impractical just as pessimism looks good only in artform..just as the materialistic side of things deem the same...but how much do you believe in it honestly and what put your faith in it are questions that matter the most. A girl gets raped...as a father is gunned down..or an innocent is put to the sword as we sip on a cup of coffee wondering what to do with our day ahead. That's the world we live in. And reality for me is the best bet. Isn't everything a bet? The multitude of options in every situation or the lack of a way out.. it's not in what you think of it or how you think it should be...it always will be what are you going to do about it. Be true to yourself. Do what you can for the five around you. Hope it propagates. Keep things simple. Keep things real. I want to see what it garners.

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