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Experience⭕️

Planet One
Mar 31, 2024
2 min read

Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

Aspect 11

It cannot be built in , it can not be customized , it can not be thought or generated only experience in life can transform humans from walking bodies to unique souls .

It’s like ( on this date exactly 6 years ago , I was running to airport filled with love and happiness , running to a dream I thought was mine , during my run to get to my flight , I had a flat tire , and once I reached I found out my passport was at home , I took a fast taxi to go and get it and on my way back we had an accident , I reached late as one off sudden the airport road had traffic due a politician arrival or something .

I got inside the check in , I had 2 officers coming to me questioning my behaviors .

I thought if I do not take that plane I would die without seeing happiness and love . ) 6 years pass and just recently I was able to get out of it as it was not a dream , it was the worst 6 years I ever had since I was born , and what’s more fascinating is , on the 5 years I again thought that it’s a beautiful dream and am about to step in but here was only , someone removing my blind fold to ask me about my last mean before execution .

I melted out , I run from the smallest space even when I felt I may loose a part of my body but I have to take this last chance to get of a never ending nightmare filled with hate and pains for no reasonable reasons .

And I came out with a part of me snitched off , bleeding and a wounded worrier , someone totally different than the one was rushing to airport 6 years ago .

Guess what ? I reached on April fool day !

Being unique is seeing all finally , acknowledge it , not as lesson but as fate as trust me the word lesson is illusion as there is no reason to lesson human for being good hearted for being honest …

To be continued ( from 100 boring short stories / Garden of Mint ) chapter zero