Here's the thing about life, we live its ups and downs, laugh at times of happiness and weep at times of misery, we keep tripping...we're scathed, but we still bounce back and get rolling...this whole "mosaic" of life comes to an end one day when our bodies are wrapped up in a white coffin to trashed under the earth with all what we originally belong to...dust.
Can't you see the pity we're in? A baby's first breath is a cry, a mere prophecy of the life lying ahead of him...
I'm no a pessimist, although pessimism might seem only rational to deal with such a life. I'm rather holding bottomless optimism within the little chambers of my heart, a strong belief that it's all worthwhile...that's it's all Allah's plan to get me through such finite world into a splendid paradise...for without grief you can't understand happiness, without ignorance you can't appreciate knowledge and without distance you can't ever value intimacy...
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