Life - in its own way
I had written this essay on Life in my 8th grade. So read this from the eyes of a teenager. Excuse the punctuation and the English here and there. 😛
Read at your own risk and time. 😉
The topic I had given for my essay was:
Life - in its own way. 😁
Qouting from my Notebook, page 13 to 21.
Dated: 2002
".....Oh, Lord! Give peace to my brother's soul." A prayer of a brother for the peace of the soul of his brother. His brother came into this world, went through every phase of life and saw the face of death. But is this life...........
What is life? Is it coming into this beautiful world, living life the way it comes and going off with the wind? Is death, the reality of life? Is it this that one comes just to go, leaving behind precious moments of the past and sorrowful days of the future? Is this truly the way of life?
No, a big 'NO'. This is not life, this a hollow life; which still being hollow is filled with sorrow and disasters. Life has plenty of meanings, both positive and negative. Life is something which exists on earth.
Life is a game, in which GOD is the referee and we are the players. He gives us a knowledge of every rule, and we seek permission to take part in the game. Life is a never-ending game.
Life is a way to many roads; in which if one gets blocked, the other is always open for you to reach your destination.Life can also be signified as a house; in which if the door of one room is closed, the other is waiting to greet you.
Life is a journey. We get the ticket for the journey by our efforts and determination; and then we land at our destination. Life begins with the rising sun. Life is a book, every day opens a new page. 😀
PS: Typing more. 3 pages so far. 😁