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Life... astonishes !

Life .. astonishes!
just when you thought that your mundane existence,did not have any scope of the unexpected, life serves a googly ,at full toss ..and you are bowled over..
Fact is so much more interesting than fiction. Fiction is limited by imagination , by thought ,by what we know..
Life is beyond imagination, beyond what we know . Life reminds that there is so much, so much more to know, to experience , to live.
It's as if God is saying -this life.. this is my play ground, my creation, who dares go forth..
In contrast, imagination and thought are our creation, they speak of our dreams and aspirations and flaws. they are inherently human.
Life on the other hand is Godly!

So why this sudden change of heart in a girl who lives in a dream land, who is absorbed in her bown world of make belief?
Ensconced in my limited imagination, Life just seemed too dangerous a game to play. Life with it's unexpected, literally grabbing you by the throat and dragging you into reality!
Maybe , am finally ready to enter the game- roll my dice and see what i score-see where the gameboard of life takes me.

Life inspires awe, inspires fear - and today I feel brave...


somehow i know exactly what u mean...without really knowing it myself..:)

wonderful post..:)
kuheli said…
Ya..sometimes the sheer magnitude of - existing .. gets to you.. i can't explain it..:)

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