Why do I have to write? A hundred thousand answers that are running in my mind right now paint the same picture... So many things in our lives are based on a few assumptions that we don't question... we don't because we know we would never have the answers for those and we convince ourselves that our abode, life, is based on a real strong foundation of ethics... Come to think of it, You can justify anything. And if this isn't true, a hundred thousand souls shall commit suicide everyday out of remorse... Have you felt this weird feeling of consciously taking a detour from a wellmade highway and getting lost in the dark mushy woods.. all the while realising what you are doing.... I had my headlights on when I started writing and now I realise Iam caught at a point of no return and a step ahead is affirmation to torture.... And the eventual question I ask myself.. So, if you can justify anything then why are souls sad in this wretched piece of land.. Coz, the battles end in the land of heart, but the war never does... the rule stands high in the middle of all ruins.. the last of the words that the failed read before closing their eyes forever... "An eye for an eye"
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