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A letter from a stranger.


It is believed that if today we face some problem in life, then tomorrow it will be solved, like day and night, life hits us too. If we face the dark side now, then surely tomorrow there will be light. Many of us believe in this motto and many may not.


I once learnt about a traveller, who was stuck in a desert. His car had broken down and cell reception was lost. However, without losing his hope, he survived the hard conditions of the desert and saw his loved ones again.


I wondered, was it hope which kept him alive? Was it the inspiration of the loved ones?
Was it the wish to live again? I was lost in my thoughts when my eyes fell upon a desk, a lifeless desk. It can't move, it can't feel the scratches made by anyone, it simply bears weight without an ache, it doesn't feel PAIN! 


Maybe we are wrong after all long? Pain can only be felt by the living. Contradicting, we may believe that in pain we feel lifeless, but it is an important aspect of life. Happiness, on the other hand, is a beautiful gift that makes us a better person. Maybe life is like that, sometimes dark, and beautiful other times. It makes us feel alive.

Now, the man in the desert, How he survived?
The answer is simple and that is HOPE.
We all live in hope, even when we are happy we dream of better things. It is the basic instinct of humans and that is to hope.
But, the question is, Why he survived? Why he survived at the worst of times?
INSPIRATION. He had it.
Find that and you will find LIFE.

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