There comes a time when rejection ceases to wound and becomes a dwelling place. I lived there. Among people, yet unseen. Among voices, yet unheard. The world had a place for everyone, or so it seemed; except for the man standing quietly at the edge of it all. I was poor, but poverty was not the cruellest thing. The cruellest thing was learning how easily a human being can disappear while still alive. No one came to my door. No one asked my name. Days passed like shadows across a wall, leaving nothing behind but hunger. The air I breathed felt heavy. My throat burned with thirst. I drank whatever water I could find, ate whatever remained after life had fed everyone else. And still, I endured. Then even endurance began to leave me. My lips trembled. My heartbeat stumbled. The world before my eyes slowly surrendered its colours. Sound drifted away. Strength deserted my limbs. Something inside me; quiet and invisible; began slipping beyond reach. I stood at the border between life and obli...
Success is indirectly proportional to peace, indeed. Everytime you triumph, somewhere down the line, the inner peace diminishes. Your victory & opulence behove as your menaces and then take away your contentment, certainly. So, discover happiness in minor things. Don't hurtle for victorious life. Whatever the circumstances, favour a gratified life!
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