Responses, most of the times, are not what you mean but are what others want you to mean. Since you care, your fear perhaps, you response in accordance with their perennial psychological needs, entangled with your innermost desires. We exist in complete isolation, as man is all alone in birth and death, but painfully find our existence in tandem. This contradiction is supreme as it gives birth to all art and literature in almost all the cases. Celebration is catharsis and asserting one's right to live therefore. Freedom then is a figment of imagination, existing in the name of religion.
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