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Life… is like a cup of coffee that’s too black, which means its too strong. What do you do? You integrate it with cream, rather you make it weak. But if you pour too much cream in it, you won’t even know you ever had coffee. It used to be hot, it becomes cool. It used to be strong, it becomes weak. It used to wake you up, now it puts you to sleep.


Life… is like a ride on a misty morning, which is cool, quite fun at the first thought. But in spite of being in broad daylight, the visibility is next to nil. A ride, little too fast, aligns itself in the line of risk, while a little slow, in the line of missed opportunities. Stopping, completely out of question. Its all about being on the right path, speed, taking in the immediate vicinity, always bearing in mind, the uncertainty ahead; the only way one can get through it into clear bright times ahead.


Life… is like a box of chocolates – a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks fro, non returnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there’s nothing else to eat while you’re watching the TV. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it’s gone too fast and the taste is gliding away. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.


Life…is like spent inside as enclosed space when its raining outside. So you’re struck with nothing else but yourself, cozily wrapped around by a blanket. Sure, for a few moments you enjoy the mixture of warmth and chill, but its soon gone and you wish to be out of laziness again, craving for the summer, to spend time out in the hot sun, tanning yourself, digging your teeth into fast-melting ice-creams. Back to reality, you want to get out, but the rain hinders your desires. Sure you can go about your way and while returning, happy that it ain’t raining, but there is the sense that something is out of the way, and you realize its your umbrella. It was raining and you couldn’t go without one, but it soon stopped and you forgot to get it back.