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Victory is Mine.

 

Victory is Mine!









Break the shackles of obligations and live your life.  Be good to yourself. They will deny every legitimate survival right and enslave you forever in the labyrinth of obligations. Either fight with them or leave them forever. Don't worry about what the world thinks about you ,here everyone is a traveller with an expiry visa. You won't find any human being older than 150 years. It means even nature is not ready to  tolerate any human presence after a stipulated time .Believe in your karma , good or bad, don't waste time in justifying them to the manipulators . Nature too has its black hole to consume everything that has completed its duration. Enjoy your existence and  live your life to the fullest. Leave the past and invest happiness in the present to reap the fruits of satisfaction in the future. Adorn yourself with love, and kindness and stop being judged by the people around you. Don't allow such people in the inner sanctum of your heart, they will ruthlessly crush you forever. Be solid in your attitude and just unwelcome them if you want to emerge victorious.


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