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 Whenever we see life in its full glory exuding its disconcerting nature we frighten , gets despised comparing it with other streams of life projecting our fantasies onto them. We become envious to them been oblivious about everything that it entails. Surely they might seem pleasing and marvelous for each of our lives are a bouquet of finely fabricated and heavenly smelling flowers underneath which lies the real dread dry thrones ready to suck blood of others. We are always attracted to others and does the same to others. Whole world is inviting each other for tours which nobody likes but a few survives some by compulsion others by genuine affection, As though heavens are been constructed onto the roots of dread and rugged. But that's how things turn out to be all the pain we endure and incur on others are just to create our own version of heaven but what ultimately prevails is the eternal confusion that our humanity deals with setting up each step with utmost skepticism and consideration sometimes it augurs well but often times it turns out to be catastrophic. On a micro level this interplay of various archetypes lurks beneath all the actions and circumstances of our life but we miss out on them and instantiate them onto others. Its not heaven we seek for hell also seems pleasing to us unlike ours which we always despise.


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