Life as a whole becomes a white lie when you ponder about what you actually want and what you pretend to want in front of others and above all when you live with what you have in your hands. Our hands are never empty. We sometimes don’t see what we have in our hands and sometimes we drop things without thinking and sometimes we keep things so tight that we squeeze them to an early demise. It all sounds like a lie all the mantras people tell us about life. Life itself seems like a big lie.
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