How tragic yet creative you are.Sometimes you act as a blessing in disguise. Your outreach is infinite,most of our life is spent in your lapse ,making us do nothing but to waste the ever passing precious time of ours.Its us who let you crawl under our skin and let you to lead.But finally when we had enough of you and the prolonged laziness,we muster all our energy and began the adventurous ride of life .The moment we realized we can overcome you by our resilence,we became invisible,never again letting you overpower our will to live the life at the fullest. My dear,lets be the masters of our separate domains.The farther we are,the better.Our intermingling will serve no good. Never yours. Welcome to the day 20 of #YoLeWriMo or the YourQuote Letter Writing Month i.e. July. Life arrives us like a wave with its own crests and troughs. Crests are what we call as passion and fulfilment and troughs most often are the sorrow and hopelessness. Between these two maxima and minima, most of our time is spent in the state of boredom. When our anticipation and worry takes a backseat, when hope and passion decides to take a break without making us anxious. Boredom pretty much defines most of
