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Cadence of suffering



I
am
in
pieces.

 I can't think of anything good to do. I look into all these peoples faces and I wonder how they just go with them the flow. This has to get better.

You lose pieces of your life every once in a while. You can either find a new piece or you can live a whole miserable, tedious life trying to retrieve that lost piece. 
Life is a maze that you'll never be able to find your way out from. Love is a riddle that you'll never be able to find an answer for. 
Yet you run, trying to find that exit door, looking for answers of rhetorical questions. 
You know the path you chose is gonna get you hurt. But you can't turn back now because what else is there?

We've all been there. That phase in life when you feel like everything is falling apart. That there's isn't a single thing you can do to make it alright. 

Stephen Hawking said, ”However bad life may seem, there's always something you can do to succeed at it. Where there's life there's hope.”

The key to the eternal piece lies within the realization that problems in our lives never ends. It never does.
Life's all about finding solutions to these problems. You solve one you think you can stay happy forever. No!! 
As you solve one after the other, without even knowing, you become a maestro in it. And then you realize, they don't feel like problems anymore. They are just mere obstacles in your pursuit of happiness. Just some hurdles to jump over. The moment you stop seeing them as problems is the moment that you win over your life.

So be in the moment, completely. Sayonara



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