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Everyone has got their own storms



People always try to "make the world a better place to live"
Well, guess what folks!
It's not getting any better.
It's only getting worse.
Owing to the behaviour of people and mental trauma that almost every person is facing & is avoiding to talk about.
It's only causing an unrest.


Everyone has got their own storms. And this storm is the main problem.


Oh, you don't agree! Ask yourself. Even you have problems and situations you don't want to face because you are just too afraid of it. And you are not ready to do anything about it.

It's just easy for you to give up because then you don't have to face anything. So much simpler isn't it! If you have a problem, Don't face it! Problem solved.

But let me tell you something. You are not just affecting yourself by not facing it. You are being a trouble to others too.
You are like cancer for Happy and Well people. Who are ready to live with what they have; satisfied with their things and conditions.


Have you heard of Butterfly Effect?

It says if a butterfly flaps it's wings, at the right time, in a right place, it can cause a series of events which may lead to a storm in the other part of the world.

It's a theory mostly.

But it's a hell of a theory. Happens in daily life.

Suppose a case where you gave an irritated answer to someone's question and in turn that upsets that person, who might already be upset due to something or the other in his life. And then that person may mistakenly bump into someone, who might also be agitated due to shit in his life, and they both get into a fight. Probably causing someone to get injured too much or end up in jail.


So you see. It's you. Your​ answer caused someone to end up in bad condition or in jail. It was all triggered when you did a stupid thing.

Too fucked up right!

I know. But that's how it is. That's how the world is. It's crazy. It's stupid. And it's all fucked up.

No matter how much you want to "Make The World a Better Place", it will always be this way.

Unless you fix yourself, you can't fix the World.
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