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Lets not cry over spilt milk.

In a moment. Anything can change. In a moment, your whole life can change. It can either trip you downhill or it can lift you up make you a better person. Life. No one will tell you whats right and which path to follow. Sure, there’ll be tons of people along the way along the way, telling you what to do and some trying to discourage you from choosing the right path. More often that not, we listen to them. we blindly fall in to their sugar-coated traps, only because we’re too naive to do so otherwise. But then, there’s that 10% of us who’ll defy everything. They’ll fight for what they think is right,only cause to them ‘its right’. They’re stubborn. No matter how many times you tell them not to jump straight in to the deep end of the pool, no matter how many times you tell them to never climb to the highest branch of the tree, they’ll never listen. Cause they’re stubborn. Being stubborn is good. Sometimes. Cause if no one can tell you whats right or wrong, you’ll learn it, through your own mistakes, scars and bruises. They say the well learnt lessons are those through experiences. But sometimes, you have to let your guard down and know that some advice is actually for your own benefit.

At any given moment in time, youre life can change. At that moment in time, its youre decision to be stubborn or take crap from everyone else. People toss coins to make a decision, not because they leave it up to leave it up to luck, but when the coins in the air, they’ll know what they’re secretly hoping for. At the moment in time, when you’re faced with something new and challenging, it’s up to you to take it any way you want to. It’s youre decision. Live with it. Deal with it. Positively. Theres no use crying over spilt milk, they say.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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