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The world is a blast of sunshine and life. Just like sunshine greets all corners of the world. Always and surely even though not  for long, but it does, Just like that , there is life that blooms in every corner , life made of smiles and sadness, and worries and acceptance . And one cant help but notice it . The world changes over night and the morning brings more promises of a better  day , and you lullaby your self to sleep telling your self that it will be better tomorrow . But how much of it really comes true. How much of it even ever changes . Life , be miserable or grand, becomes ordinary the other moment. and it stays like that until someone throws pebbles in your pond of ordinary. The waves , the ripples and the tides are only there to be gone again , But life still sprouts with in . The soul of the mind , hope . 

Hope is like the pin that connects a chain. Its like your last life heart in your video game . As you almost piss your pasts when you fear you are loosing it. But you can always restart in your game , three times if its candy crush , but none in real life, A life gone is gone for ever. Maybe you were fortunate enough to have friends in your life to mourn , and unfortunate enough to have your parents host your funeral . Its not much after the that, moments of sorrow which spark like crazy in the first few months. Then the momentary greetings of emptiness that visit you like your distinct cousin. But thats the beauty of the mind. Its a weapon of mass destruction. The creator of it all, all scientific discoveries and all romantic illusions .