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An Everyday Question Of Human Mind

The world will not end by my absence,
The world will not change for my presence.
Yet I question myself everyday,
What is that I need to do different,
To live and not to just survive in this world.

-VJ Says Cheers and Peace

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  1. Well, my answer would be to just follow your dreams! :)

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  2. ...remember that you do not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.

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  3. ...remember that you do not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.

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  4. Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.

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