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Who can name it? The very date when weariness appears? I am rather curious. But why should I be? Life is about curiosity anyway, because life is uncertainty. Many a time I hear that life is a play and the world the stage, and we the actors - and that it is unrehearsed. This I must dwell, or this would never be it. So much to do, so much to learn, so much in which to share. I enjoyed my youth, or rather, I enjoyed my teen and adolescent years, but I was enjoying it too much that I realised life was easy. I guess when you've lived life longer, you tend to look at it more seriously, and only then you begin to learn more, and that is when you find that there's more that you do not know. There is so much of a tale life is to tell.

Life can be barren. Language is a body of suffering, words the source of pain as they are the way to heal. I want to have the good heart, to be generous, to pity, to share the misery of others, to listen, to hear them, to feel their pain. Yet I am a small man. It is ironic that I have actually met many good people, the genuinely good people who would offer to help for no other personal gain, yet they are just them. They are not highly ambitious. They are not leaders. They are just one of the common people who find their own happiness double with others' joy.

And here I am, hearing, watching, feeling - is that all? Shouldn't there be absolute peace in this world? What then? Perhaps then it's not life anymore, for life is a blend of happiness and sufferings, tears and laughter and all other elements that contain within it, without which, life can no longer be a play, the world no longer the stage, and we no longer the actors.

If we are no actors, are we but just the props?

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