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Unwritten Pages of an Anonymous Dairy #3

I have absolutely no hatred left in my heart. Are you surprised to hear that?

Its really possible if you have the same take on people as I have. Do you know why people end up hurting us? Forget about the million daily incidents and million other variations of them. At the end of it all, it is because; they don’t have a purpose in their lives. True! You might stand on the orchard road and ask the passersby what their purpose in life is. How many people do you think will respond in less than 10 seconds? Why go that far? Stop reading this and ask yourself. Now, I will not consider anything like, being a good mother or an uncle as the purpose. I know that is not easy but that’s just ‘duty’.

Without the purpose, we are all like flying garbage on a storm. How about that for a metaphor? Try plotting these people’s lives and you will see the chaotic pattern I am talking about. I was one such dust and I fell into your eyes. Considering that your eyes are attractive and big, its not that difficult to fall into them. I caused you hurt. And you were a flying sheet of metal that cut into my heart.

Lack of purpose leaves one as an ignorant, clueless wanderer. Its ignorance. How can I blame ignorance?

So, I have absolutely no hatred left in my heart. Are you still surprised to hear that?
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  1. Raja SPFebruary 19, 2010 at 9:41 AM

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    Ramkumar Kothandaraman dude...the purpose is there; it's just that we don't realize it...the purpose is to attain the truth - whatever the heck it may be :)
    February 13 at 12:15pm ·

    Raja SP hmm... good point. I should have added 'even if there is a purpose, how aligned are we to it on a daily basis'.
    February 14 at 7:57am ·

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