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Never try to be God.

Never try to be God. Its easy actually to be god, to come out for a rescue. But the point is once you become or take the oath of being god, you can't get back to being human. God is a strict phenomena, no mistakes, no expectations, purity . It's too utopian to survive in this society being god. Trying to be god is trying to love someone out of empathy, trying connect out of someone's pain and grimness. While being human gives you right to expect something, right of cherish something and also right to reject something. Being human means you can expect your parents to be a bit less strict, you can expect your girlfriends to be running out and burning calories and everything that gives you a smile of achievement you can expect.
Being god is not gonna provide you any. Be human, learn to tackle your issues and worries first, learn to understand yourself first and then start sharing yourself to others. Remember nobody wants you to be empathetic, empathy is just a beginning to trap you and bring you to next gear.
I hate being human, it's so common to be human, everyone is being human. The idea of being god always inspired me, infact perplexed me , but it's time to be human. Time to keep things simple. Its time for someone else to be GOD.
Zinc will replace copper from Copper Sulphate. It's a phenomena, true and simple. I don't want to challenge it.

P.S : This blog is not written with any expectations. Its an outburst.Let it be.


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