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Beauty Of Knowing.

As a child or as a conscious being, we all look in amazement towards the life that we live. With questions filling our thoughts, we try to solve each one. Be it a scientist or an ardent thinker or any normal being. We all are conscious of the fact that we exist and that it is only for some time.

Within these time, we struggle to understand ourselves and the world around us. We try hard to unravel each mysteries. But as we go along, few stop asking and few stop ignoring and few just become silent. 

But during all these questioning and answering, we can't ignore the fact that knowing brings a satisfaction to us. Knowing things makes us feel happy and it makes you feel good because suddenly you are out of the state of confusion. This we call an enlightenment. 

That instant when we discover something, for that very few seconds of our life, we become so clear in our thoughts. We feel blessed. Yes, we do and such is the beauty of knowing which can never be replaced.
 

 

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