Exist



We all are 
knowingly 
unknowingly 
playing a game for survival.

The game of 
"let's-see-how-much”
and
“what-I-can-do-to-please-people" 
and every single one of us, 
at some point or other in life, 
gets tired of playing that game. 

We take a 'time-please' 
and curl up into our solitary world, 
safe like a fetus in a mother's womb, 
surrounded by protective amniotic fluid and the sac. 

In this world 
we do not have to please anyone; 
not even ourselves. 
Just BE. 
EXIST. 
QUIET - SERENE; 
until the labor pain & the delivery.




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