You see a piece of beautiful furniture kept in the corner of your house. You move it around because you want to make space. One fine day, one part of it gets chipped off as a effect of being slammed and hit. The little piece falls to the ground. It's so minute that we don't even acknowledge it. But slowly the entire piece starts falling apart. But do we care? No. We don't unless and until the pieces of the entire piece of furniture lies broken in front of us. Then, we have no other choice but to dispose it off or throw it away.
The piece of furniture is us. The minute particle is our heart and the one who owns the furniture is the world.
If I would be free from something,
It would be only one thing -
Feelings.
Because, that minute particle which is our feelings which define our heart, the furniture, was the one to be blamed for breaking the whole piece apart; the whole piece being our heart.
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