Thursday 8 January 2015

Hope

Have you ever had this feeling that what ever efforts you are going to take ,its going to be futile. Well i had it many times, some times you want to cry, some times you take it with a wild laugh, when purpose is taken away from an action then its meaningless, but what about an action with purpose but still meaningless? But any way you have to do it because thats what you have to do. Life is this collection of so many meaningless action stacked one above the another, we believe at last it all looks meaningful, and that hope is the only thing that makes us to wake up everyday

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

“Hope” is the thing with feathers(Emily Dickinson)


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