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Life is a song you love to hum

Life is like that song you are very fond of and hum quite often.

No matter, whether you know the lyrics right or not, 

or whether you have the perfect vocals,

carefree you keep humming your own melody.

Often making and filling up for the actual words that you can't recall,

with whatever you assume would be the best fit.

While unconsciously ensuring you do not break the flow,

you recollect how much ever you know and just sing.

You must have realised the immense joy, this process does bring.

Still, you are lured into chasing the perfection,

Involving unwanted relative comparison,

that negatively affects your self-perception.

You only got to choose what matters the most in every situation.

Just as your songs have many genres, life is bound to have varying conditions.

Such ups and downs cannot be escaped or stay forever.

So just like you hum, without any fear of judgement, solely for self-delight.

Live in the moment, be alive, feel your life be alright.


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