keep moving on..

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Another ditch in the road...u keep moving..
Another stop sign ....u keep moving on... – Savage garden
Perfect words for this unpredictable life of ours. Isn’t it?? Where u don’t really know what’s in stored for us in next moment. Something good may be something bad or something totally crazy. Sometimes i think ‘surprise ‘is a perfect synonym for ‘life’. But the problem here is we always relate surprise to something good. But bad things happen with a surprise too its just that we don’t call it a surprise. Human emotions, they are always been a mystery to me. We fall, we fail, we cry but we still stand up again, we stand up for some more surprise to live. Without thinking about good or bad.
I haven’t seen much in my life but how much ever i have seen, how much ever i have learnt..i know one thing “HOPE FOR GOOD”.. and keep moving..
Another ditch in the road...u keep moving..
Another stop sign ....u keep moving on..
that’s the key to live this life, isn’t it??

Comments

rauf said…
yes Darshana, you haven't seen much in your life, but you seem to have the right attitude. Bad things happen to every one. All we can do is anticipate and do our best to avoid them. But the element of surprise is always there as you say. Hardly any choice. I sincerely wish only good things happen to you in your life Darshana
February 8, 2009 at 5:52 AM
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