Sometimes I geometrically analyze this existential reality, we as a point traversing a curvy plane. Well of course, there is a beginning and an end, with end I do not mean death, death is the final stop in this plane, end is a choice you make during your journey before you ultimately call it quits. Then, in between is a curvature called life with all its inevitable beauties and complexities.
But what if I am not a part of this existential plane instead I am a tangent with the same beginning and end, only touching the curvy life but never crossing paths with it. That makes me wonder where I truly belong.. What I truly understand.. What is my in between..
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You know what? I am questioning my logic right now.
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Not sure if the thought was too complicated, I tried to simplify and make sense. Thanks for reading 😊
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My brain became fuzzy for a bit after reading this. I’m still reeling 😊
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Ha ha, not sure if it’s a compliment or something that I went way beyond. But thanks 😊
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It is a compliment.
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Thanks a lot 😊
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I love the perception of life in geometry. This is a unique and compelling piece. Maybe you are the third dimension in an otherwise two-dimensional view.
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Hi Brad, thanks for reading 😊
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I have nominated you for the Sunshine Bloggers Award. Check out my new post. Hope you participate.
Congratulations 🎉
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Thanks Kritika 😊
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Such a beautifully thoughtful post.. 👍🏼😇😊👌🏼👌🏼
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Thanks a lot for reading 😊
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The pleasure always mine, as usual.. Love your writing style.. 👍🏼😇
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