We have all heard that there is light at the end of every tunnel. True, there is. But what about when you’re stuck in the tunnel. Knowing that there is an end might not necessarily be quite reassuring at that time. Stuck in between, between the two ends. Some might stumble, others might falter. Some might even think of giving up altogether and still others would probably throw a tantrum. But then, after all hope is lost, with absolute despair you do the only one thing that makes sense at that point, without much choice either, You get up and start moving.
And that very moment, that small movement..is what we call, Life.
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