life itself is a mystery

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In the process of becoming something, we forget what we are, in the process of loving someone, we forget to love ourselves, in the process of hurting ourselves we hurt the person who loves us the most.. life has its ups and down, it shows us, sky to shore… life itself is a mystery when you think it should end, it hurts you the most, don’t know the reason but I have heard somewhere “all those who become precious goes through burning storm” be it a diamond or a yummy cooked biryani.. when you feel pain, you must feel happy because now a new beginning is going to be written for you.. holding onto the hope is life, sticking up for yourself is living, leaving the dead in memories and fresh within ourselves is what comprises the present…