THE PATH

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Sometimes i wonder if i'm on the right road?
right road in all matters! then it occurs to me that right or wrong are relative concepts! Right in my sense might be wrong in other's and the comparison and dualism goes on. but i do know that the perfect road which is devoid of all disputes can only be reached by either of these two roads! right or wrong!
it is like reaching the goddess either from left or right.
question arises if there can be any middle path? imbibing stuff from both the paths? well.. it can be made so but that would be a very tedious task to walk on that path because eventually you will fall into a tug war and gradually you'll end up in either of the paths but middle!
so this debate with myself lead me to conclude that do not worry about what path you are in because every path ends at a destination! stay calm and blessed!
#vagabondrebel

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