Life is a journey like a boat sail in the sea. Weather can be as gracious but at times vice versa. For thousand of years to a new era of modernization entity bind to be a seeker. Each seek for a better life in every essence. But then again each and everyone have their own path of journey. Life is a choice to make but we all bind in fate. Neverless fate is never to be blame. Understanding fate to seek the destiny. We all born to be a failure but again without failure there will be no lesson learnt. Realizing too late bring only grief and sorrow.
" How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light. We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved."
Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love."
Immature love says: "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."
Life is no perfection. Perfection can never be attained. Understanding facts can never be enough as trials in life can be unpredictable.
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