The gusto of life fades whenever
there is a little turbulence of work in the routine cacophony. A pervert may
think that he may evade the spotlight by just doing the opposite of what is
common. But, then he's also getting trapped in the smallest uncommon facet of
life that is seldom to be seen. A solitary individual singing a melancholy
melody in vale profound may be caught while hearing but the wisdom of gloom in
his wrath and indignation against life is never noticed. He weeps and then
cries with a sadistic tone of cursing the sardonic and acerbic nature of life
towards him. He is senile about the inimical approach that life has rendered to
him. He is dotard for the daily commotion that he's handled so far. The person
is imbecile for the reason he did it. Was it for himself? Or was it for his
life?
Seeming like an incessant voyage,
he's caught in the capricious nature of his life towards him. At one point, he
feels like a vanguard, full of motivation, ready to abet others and devour his
success but the very next moment, he chides and caveats life for lambasting him
in all possible ways. The nebulous behavior of one’s life makes him
repugnant and defunct. It literally enervates the person by debilitating his all
ardent in just one go. The hegemony of one's life delivers a knock out in the
1st round, thus always waiting for the opposition to stand up on its feet. But,
then the second hard blow causes the opposition to surrender with
advertent veneration towards life.
Eventually, the person trying to
elucidate a panacea for his daily convolutions appears to be smitten towards
this eternal and eonian asset.
And he concludes by saying
"after all this is life" and "LIFE IS RELENTLESS."
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