Think of a 'point' which originates from some oblivion and before starting its journey of life, starts thinking meekly -to follow,to be a supporter and a part of the crowd. But something stops it... a hand grabs it from behind and leaves it alone on the shore. Initially lonliness hurts, instigates nostalgia and insecurity, but gradually that becomes a habit.
Emptiness looks like heaven, with happiness comes satisfaction and space to create new routes, to breathe fresh independant air!
The point starts growing up, it shines and its aura dazzles everyone .
It has won its own race!
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