Every beginning has an end! Why can't the end be like the beginning?
Why is it so, that whenever your time to smile arrives, there is a wind of unhappiness?
When the night is followed with a new dawn, how does the dawn end up into the night? Or is the day of happiness just too short?
How do people assume that a person's view of a glass being half-full or half-empty makes more difference to his life that his ability to see at all that both the glass and its contents exist?
When death is so inevitable, why does everyone seek a good way to die?
Why do I question, when I know no one can answer these for me!
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