Reality

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Anger, show-off, ego, money, pride - all these are evils. Why can't everyone reach to this conclusion. Spread love, peace, equality and accept everyone with open arms. But, they think that this mindset is of a fairy tale world. Yes it is. Why can't we make the world we live a better place?I think that you will consider me as a lunatic. But this is not the case. Rest is upto you all. I don't have any authority to question your ideologies, afterall we have a free will :)
I feel like to quote Jaun Eliya here:
"Mai bhi bahot ajeeb hoon
itna ajeeb hoon ki bas,
khud ko tabah kar liya
aur malaal bhi nahi..."

Until next time
SM

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