Dear Life, If only you could breathe, if only your heart too could beat, if only your lips could tingle to let the voice out - you would be called alive. How strange it is, isn't it? The one who sacrifices itself to let others live is called nothing but dead. An altruist, are you? Selfless in being, yet serving the selfish. The bleak fog of hardship which engulfs your eyes is but a matter of fact because you, yourself are a struggle. Many people consider you a sin, few - a gift while none - an opportunity. ( caption) Dear Life, If only you could breathe, if only your heart too could beat, if only your lips could tingle to let the voice out - you would be called alive. How strange it is, isn't it? The one who sacrifices itself to let others live is called nothing but dead. An altruist, are you? Selfless in being, yet serving the selfish. The bleak fog of hardship which engulfs your eyes is but a matter of fact because you, yourself are a struggle. Many people consider you a sin, few - a gift while none - an
