I had written this when I was in the 11th grade... Don't really remember how and why this thought came up... But whatever it was, it was important to me...
When anyone reads anything which he wishes to read or study, he does not despise the letters and punctuation marks and call them illusion, chance or worthless shells..but reads them..studies them..loves them...letter by letter...word by word. But I who wished to read the book of my world..my life, did presume to despise the letters and signs. I called the world of reality , illusion and appearance. I called my eyes and tongue , chance......Often it takes some calamity to make us live in the present. Then suddenly we wake up and see all the mistakes we have made. But as they say it is never too late to change anything....
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