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Oct 2017
Many of us begin to feel lost,
There comes a moment in our lives,
When we look in the mirror and try,
Try to understand who it is that is staring back at us,
Who it is that stares back from the reflection,
Question everything about our lives,
Are we who we thought we are?
Asking, "who are we?"
The hunt starts to find our place in the world,
To find ourselves.
To each there is our own truth,
I found mine and I know you will too,
The key is to not over think things,
Because sometimes the best explanation is that which is right in front of us,
Believe, that the pieces will fall into place,
Every failure, every heartbreak, every death, all things you wanted and did not get,
They're all meaningless, and they all mean something,
For they defined you, they made you who you are today,
Life just happens, and we can all but go along,
And you my dear friend, will find what you're looking for.
Ankit J Chheda
Written by
Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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