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Life is a blank paper, which can be filled with ample colors, images, chapters, writings and anything that we want; A very motivating statement indeed. Makes a person feel that you have it all it’s just that you need to give a try, take chances and not be afraid to create it on your own terms. But is it totally true; are we free to do so? Are all our wishes and dreams and aspirations to be true? Do we have the full independence to write our own life?

These questions always walk with me. Writing a life for yourself is not so easy. It’s very difficult because we have situations, pressures, responsibilities and hundreds of things to think about. Every step needs to be thought like thousand times with rerunning the consequences. One wrong decision and the blame turn on you. Where is it written that in the page of life we can’t make mistakes? I know correcting them can take a tedious task and sometimes impossible, but why does it matter? Won’t it be a learning experience of our life? Will it not add up to our experience? Some may say irrevocable decisions can add to the suffering, pain and hurt, but does this mean that don’t take risk? When we have to fill the blank then why is it has to be perfect? When we were told to write our life we were never said to be perfectionist. We were to be human. Just because of a mere possibility of regret should we not make an attempt? Maybe this is our chance or the life changing experience. Why do we need to be right and why are we always going to be wrong? When a person takes a step forward why should we think that it’s the step towards something illicit? Why can’t it be towards the ray of hope and a kingdom of fortunes?

If our decisions are always going to be wrong then maybe this line of writing your own life should be removed. Why should an illusion be created? Why should people hallucinate about a life when it’s the external forces that will rule your life?

 I still search for these answers but everyone has their own version, their own experience as the answer. But I want these answers from my expeditions in life. I don’t want to be perfect or the correct person. I want to take risk, be wrong and become right from my fall, if this means something fatal, I will take that pain and suffering in stride. But I can’t be made of someone else’s chapters of life. Let me publish a book of my own.