It all starts with muttering sounds, our first memories. That long lost in our minds somewhere hiding and giggling, that first sound is our first note of our life. And then when we finally arrive in to this place call Earth, we start experiencing so many things at same time, and our embryonic brain keeps holding every single one of them in order to store them in our warehouse, just so we might need them in future.
Our notebook of life start gaining some weight by adding different chapters into it, and the good part is that you never know how much chapters are there in queue. You bookmark your favorite ones as they hold some beautiful memories, and some of them are unfortunate as they hold some sad memories. At times we feel like we're stuck somewhere, but this Life of ours moves by adding blank pages because at that time of period we're stuck in our own dimensions that has no place in our notebook. And the worst part is when we recover ourselves back to pages, we find hundreds of paragraphs with clueless events. We missed them all, in fact we were taking them as granted but they did played there part, major parts. And we realize that we didn't give that much of time and attention to many other lives, some of them are the ones who stood by us in order to give us time to recover but when we do recover we lost them. And then we add another chapter of Regrets !
This notebook of ours don't know what page is the last, and when it gets signed by us. But I am sure that at the end you do feel like that you wrote it yourself, every single word of it.
We all hold such notebook, with our initials on it. One day, we will be asked to get in queue in order to share every single word of it to everyone. We shouldn't be concerned that how many chapters it carries or how lengthy they are rather we should be concerned they at the end it has to be WORTH listening without having the chapter of REGRET* (Hold those lucky Lives) !!!
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