What Happen If?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">What happens when occurrences in your life, one after the other, do nothing but confirm, more and more, that you were, are, and in fact always will be, an outsider. What's worse, is when you find out that you're on this side of the glass window, somehow still intact but probably on the verge of shattering, only because of your naivety and sheer innocence. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s1600/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s400/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or maybe it's just a skill you acquired somewhere along the way, of blindfolding yourself with an invisible emotion every time you thought something was coming at you, that didn't quite fit, or the time for which wasn't quite right, or it wasn't quite as bearable as it should have been. Quite. Quite foolish you'd have to be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s1600/silence1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s320/silence1.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you're in love, you're supposed to be a fool. Why? Because it isn't reality. It's a fantasy. One that was created as per your own convenience, and composed of your little, fragmented obsessions at the time. But nobody ever talks about how foolish, and vile life itself can be. How foolish you could be while undergoing the process of 'growing up.' But sometimes the process stagnates. And you feel like you'll never learn. Like how many times could you possibly suffer, until the suffering teaches you a lesson. Like how much could you possibly endure, until the last vein connecting your heart to your brain is yanked out. Limitless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s1600/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s400/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'd stay a little while longer, if only I could be assured that this time, or the next time, or the one after that, will not end in tears and severe reconciliation of not just the surface skimming factors, but of the soul. I'd stay a little while longer, if only the truth was told to my face, and with a trust I couldn't look away from. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s1600/Website-Trust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s400/Website-Trust.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's like it was said in one of my most favorite movies, of all time. Every time we look back at something we're having a hard time recuperating from, we're probably only looking at the good stuff. The next time you look, look a bit more carefully. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s1600/next.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s400/next.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I said, I'd stay a little while longer. But that's only if I thought there was something more this place had to offer me. If only it hadn't taken and given to me everything that could have possibly been taken or given. If only my life could turn out the way it had to in the duration of my favorite movie, not necessarily with the same script. If only I could sit here all day, not bother about frivolities that take up my vision, touch and taste, and watch this movie, some brain waves intact. Some nourishment intact. And then... Summer. And soon. Autumn. Throw in a certain Monsoon will you. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s1600/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s400/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"The scars of your love remind me of us </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>They keep me thinking that we almost had it all </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The scars of your love they leave me breathless </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I can’t help feeling..."- Adele </b></i></div></div>

What Happen If?

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HOPE

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdef6PblnoM99LWO153hhN4VWR7t-1k-mrBhdrfw14MkTCTIGAF4isiV9RFw41_V6mFQ6P1mgtdlWGvym4i5Mk1iVppvCUnTmva8WKXgdQvnvU6Lh8clgUm1_NUig_M_B1yEwfwp6lpAz/s1600/121bmu0.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What  love is? I wondered.Love is a forever theme in literary world.It seemed that their love stories were  heartrending but beautiful.Can that be true in real life? But I heard so many men betrayed their families.So did my friends.In my opinion,man is a symbol of uncertainty and isn’t worth being trust.I don’t believe in love,even though I haven’t experienced it yet.Who can tell me what love is?Can love be eternal?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">   </div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are in bad mood,and have the grey feelings,what will you do?how can you get rid of it? today,one of my best friends sent a message to me ,said: hei,i am sad now.i asked,why?what happened? she could not tell anything at first and then told me about her BF.and unfortunately,i was unhappy either at that time,I did not know what should i do,but i had to comfort her.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes,it is very hard to make a decision,but we have to be up against it ,for me,It is not worthy to be upset for the one who is not worth for my love yes hope is everywhere. If you just lost it, find it somewhere else. There will be a day in the future that you find yourself reaching the line as well as others.It doesn't have to be based on how well your previous job is done but just a belief, a firm belief that you will make it.Even thought it’s a belief, it works out well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I trusted myself and every trouble disappeared. So everyone, trust yourself.Tell yourelf that Everything is going to be fine I am here once again, leaving this note to everyone, only to tell people including me that try to image hope as a star. When you someday can’t see it up in the sky at night, try another night.There will always be one time when you find it and get it.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdvlaxhH1X5I0aFxIx2BK0-bCsidAa2PYcrhcKL4TV_X5wiN7IsewOemBK0p-TUPycRiwWU5DVymf0ZKV98pGukxVfJu-tOMupX6gCOP4FHPt3yO_GKTyUvR3N28c2TyLqSBvkE6R8a3T/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdvlaxhH1X5I0aFxIx2BK0-bCsidAa2PYcrhcKL4TV_X5wiN7IsewOemBK0p-TUPycRiwWU5DVymf0ZKV98pGukxVfJu-tOMupX6gCOP4FHPt3yO_GKTyUvR3N28c2TyLqSBvkE6R8a3T/s1600/hope.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div>

HOPE

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Great Lines

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTvXtO3bkThlqmj3Jfz0ZSLRmhmxkgPfKBZbZvMG3T8ovnlcuueH1Osxv24lOq2OPwplTCAQRGMXTxOwC-YWWb1RN-iXiw6jii118qK8gsI7PbezzPJk-jzQm8FV2GOmbcxRU4n8RCLln/s1600/bill_gates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTvXtO3bkThlqmj3Jfz0ZSLRmhmxkgPfKBZbZvMG3T8ovnlcuueH1Osxv24lOq2OPwplTCAQRGMXTxOwC-YWWb1RN-iXiw6jii118qK8gsI7PbezzPJk-jzQm8FV2GOmbcxRU4n8RCLln/s1600/bill_gates.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>If u r born poor, its not your mistake BUT if u die poor, its your mistake</b><br /><b>- BILL GATES</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVkzfKQ7OC4o_PG1vwKJ32DUvoPdsEKgnTg3N2UoELTBv4FyD3gMVWzynH745Fo4SolTjLfV-JZMernQJuppX7rfBRDMIObMiQ9zmetUecIkulSmT57Qkx0q_J132x2lno9RfvYcxQpC1/s1600/ambani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVkzfKQ7OC4o_PG1vwKJ32DUvoPdsEKgnTg3N2UoELTBv4FyD3gMVWzynH745Fo4SolTjLfV-JZMernQJuppX7rfBRDMIObMiQ9zmetUecIkulSmT57Qkx0q_J132x2lno9RfvYcxQpC1/s320/ambani.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Born with personality is an accident, but dying in a personality is an achievement.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0tQkzLMMJFKMfS8X0aJcsvxw6Xo4uFETby0Qzmq1D3GDi4E2afDUtH2pbVHxbW7nzUEn8_CByThj3hDha2p_-7QD-4g2wn3rK3zKX2Dm_a9Y3TYb0AkUt8S7bY8P8ScGd6JNXR3-HIES/s1600/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0tQkzLMMJFKMfS8X0aJcsvxw6Xo4uFETby0Qzmq1D3GDi4E2afDUtH2pbVHxbW7nzUEn8_CByThj3hDha2p_-7QD-4g2wn3rK3zKX2Dm_a9Y3TYb0AkUt8S7bY8P8ScGd6JNXR3-HIES/s320/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Your Birth may be normal, But, Your death should be History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxoM88NKve6vZYMtHtTEPnRV4kPedzobS-CfDqDCYqnA-Je7z7Nl3DKidj-2iqJSPppZhiDdgvTbgD7fKLTXqAuFGDG3xbKg6Id7l5ATFpxFLuMras76bYRSu6vQvcywPed8WSLtDgpzH/s1600/trust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxoM88NKve6vZYMtHtTEPnRV4kPedzobS-CfDqDCYqnA-Je7z7Nl3DKidj-2iqJSPppZhiDdgvTbgD7fKLTXqAuFGDG3xbKg6Id7l5ATFpxFLuMras76bYRSu6vQvcywPed8WSLtDgpzH/s320/trust.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Like All Trust Few</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFJTv4qMGRsENSqvWDeqd_G90iZbA_LZm0bM9IR7sEFrSlSC-1p_djnuyIwdmsW4PrPVZ-hTmBi2ZNpMdO7K5huWUvSrhZccmJPbqBxnRaNTEGAzIKeqN_D-00Pu0j6KFnVycM_3fdegW/s1600/nofollow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFJTv4qMGRsENSqvWDeqd_G90iZbA_LZm0bM9IR7sEFrSlSC-1p_djnuyIwdmsW4PrPVZ-hTmBi2ZNpMdO7K5huWUvSrhZccmJPbqBxnRaNTEGAzIKeqN_D-00Pu0j6KFnVycM_3fdegW/s320/nofollow.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Follow None But Learn From Everyone.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bl_X68oJbx_-egkw_nYvEM-7ToI7nujqRGZH5dxdwdhQ7JOZtxVHdnjAxDrU9VvIWmZivcL15OZsoQ2ITEF7mqv345ndeYoE4pDiJ0zO7IzhPRmpROUUEafUXsFRDMzWuYvBsxQKcGpI/s1600/anne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bl_X68oJbx_-egkw_nYvEM-7ToI7nujqRGZH5dxdwdhQ7JOZtxVHdnjAxDrU9VvIWmZivcL15OZsoQ2ITEF7mqv345ndeYoE4pDiJ0zO7IzhPRmpROUUEafUXsFRDMzWuYvBsxQKcGpI/s320/anne.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Practice Like A Devil & Play Like An Angel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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