Life is like a station

Article No. 03

Sometimes I wonder what life is like. Or what is life. Life makes me think too much. I always wonder what life really is. Sometimes life seems like a wonderful gift from God, but sometimes it feels like a curse. Whatever the curse or gift, life is like its own. He doesn't look at anyone or wait for anyone, he just keeps going. And the body simply stands in the same role as the platform. Only life moves at its own pace.

I have a lot of curiosity about life. This curiosity is boundless. And many questions come out of curiosity. Such as, Is there any color in life? Does life have arms and legs like an octopus? I don't know, I don't know all this. Or behaves like water. Water behaves like a container. I don't know what life is but life is like a certain platform to me.

Many of you have seen the platform. A waiting long distance travel. Sometimes alone and sometimes with loved ones. Surely the waiting moments were sometimes exciting and sometimes storytelling. The train will arrive after a long wait at the platform.

Busy people come to the platform all day. Running to his destination for work. No one stays on the platform forever. Thus, the world is moving from one path to another. At terrifying speeds.

What is the secret of this human race? Is this run purposeful or purposeless? Certainly purposeful. For the sake of. People did not advance without interest. There are great people in the world but their number is insignificant. If I say there is no great man, it will be called a lie. This number is decreasing day by day. Man is crossing the line of his hypocrisy day by day. Who are disqualifying this platform in their lives?

Think about the moment before the train arrives. Very noisy at the station. How many color jokes are going on. The peddler is running in search of his livelihood. The beggar is running for a penny. The thief is running away with a bad idea. This is a strange world.

People come to the platform in need. When the need is finished , he leaves. Life is just like a platform. Countless people come to the platform of life. They love us, gives us pain, shows us dream, commitment for living.

Then suddenly they leave us like a long distance train with blowing it's whistle. The platform goes empty and calm. That looks like a ghost town and the empty platform trembles with the fear. When will his loneliness end? Or this loneliness is it's eternity. Or waiting for another train, that train will be full of love,

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