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ILLUSIONS AND CARE

This is the world of illussion. Yes, I agree. But till our end we have to remain inside it. So, we should take care of everything we have to derive happiness and peace till our end. Otherwise people around will take away what we have.
     This world is really illussion. It is the truth. But it is for well-being of us. We should derive utmost happiness from this journey of illussion,  have care for it till the end, think about beauties  and feel bliss in our heart and mind accepting everything that we can not change.  Where we can change, we shouldn't delay. We have to act there with our utmost potential.  Working and putting ourselves in action will give us satisfaction.
    Take care of everything you have. Keep minimal to look after them in less time.
This is mantra.

Have a good day.

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