Irony

Is it not amazing... that we smile and sometimes laugh out loud when we are angry, maybe just to suppress the anger. Sometimes we frown because we are so happy, maybe hide an excitement in the pit of our stomach that is intense enough to stop our heart in the middle of a boat; and that can make our lungs to forget how to breath . Amazing!! Life is an irony,then we know these fact. So when one says, "I'm your friend ",we run for our lives but when one confesses the opposite, we draw closer. Maybe that's why a saying goes "keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

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Now that we can interpret these ironies, our fear is not about who confesses friendship or enmity,but about those folk who sit on the fence generating into the psychological ecosystem a suffocating stench called Indifference(pardon my french). Thank God we are humans and we are not worried on account of those folks who straddle that stupid line of demarcation, we're not worried cause we know where they belong. Oblivion,No! That would be deadly. These indifferent folks are the real enemies that google cannot tell us. They are like our social media,a platform where our seeming friends and enemies meet. These folk jam our heads in a violent collision. The funny part is that they walk away(just like that black ant after stinging ) and stand aloof and watch us fight. Saddists, they are! These folks know how to do their assignment that is why they come out of the fracas smelling like a rose. What could be more deadly? Not to panic though. To this problem, oblivion is a better answer. We know what we do to the black ant. Crush totally. Annihilate. I mean shoot them with your mental gun. They are dead to you, you have buried them. Never give their ghost a chance to point a picture of your seeming friends or enemies.

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Take this candid advice: hang around with friends but learn to use your enemies instead of friends. Life is too big to focus only on friends and yet too small to have many enemies. Now, this is the confusion. The fault is not mine, Let me point the accusing finger on life with its ironies. One word to define life is confusion. Everything ends thereof, so we become crazy and focus on the present, doing only the things that keep us happy, forgetting the past with its buried mistakes, absurdities and not anticipating the future with its living promises. Yet we don't loose sight of the fact that the present is an intersection of the past and the future.