The world is beautiful, isn’t it?

Curled up into a ball painted with blotches of blue and green. Regarded as ‘black and white’ by many, while people like me – giddy with hope – dream of a knight in a shining armour escorting his one and only. While I lie on my bed, lost in a tangle of words, hastily cramming up my thoughts on a piece of paper, thinking of everything that’s right and wrong with this sphere of souls, I find myself overwhelmed by the beauty of strikingly hazy contradictions.

We have evolved, they say. From spears to guns. From meat to packaged meat. From animal skin to leather jackets. From carts and carriages to polo races and poultry. Obsessed with order, crazed with control, driven by ambition as survival instincts turn into a mad, bloody rat race where no one wins. A species born to battle the…

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