What do people live with?
What are we living with?
The society in which we live is inhospitable to us; some of us remain mute, while others converse, but none of us can be content.
We keep repeating the same cycles with superficial solutions to problems that we can't solve, but it's certain that we wear out unnecessarily, wear them out unnecessarily, ignorance embodied in the flesh and bone, while we sacrifice our quality of life in the same vicious circles without question, we mostly in the psychology of being content with our own individual existence and in a way that gives up. We try to live and float in the realm of presenting an existence that is far from being lived.
Why are we so upset?
What does a human life with?
What are we living with? Do we ever really think about your questions?
So, do we put those who think and those who don't think in a separate category?
Why do we give premium to the unqualified, challenge the quality, and applaud the mediocre?
Why do we adopt attitudes unworthy of the advocates of superficial approaches, in which our souls narrow due to superficiality, and the depth that befits a human being is wounded as we narrow?
We're getting too much!
We exile the good, the beautiful, and the truth behind locked doors that they will never open again, and we throw the key around with blind indifference as a result of our anti-qualitative society.
We give so many opportunities to bad...
"What is evil?" you might wonder. "It is deliberate ignorance," says the person who asks, "Who is evil?" We can't say, "They're organized and uneducated," and we can't solve problems by being "goodness in unity."
As we disintegrate, we disintegrate, and all we care about vanish with us!
Whether the world ignites in a state of acute sadness, we grieve, we watch arabesques, and we either smack ourselves in the lines of "such is our fate in the literature of the child of agony" or we grow increasingly impudent in the unconsciousness of "this is the world; let me see if I live."
No, this isn't a criticism; it's a reality from a bygone era etched line by line on the pages of a tragic novel.
So much so that, when the time comes, history will work word by syllable.
The infidelity of those who do not say they are dumb to their face, rather than the presence of those who declare they are stupid to their face, will teach you how foolish you may be…
!! अभय !!
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