Gimme a break

What is life? A question that has haunted me for long…is it a bed of roses or a path full of thorns? Sometimes it appears to be a beautiful fairy but sometimes it proves to be more dreadful then a demon. Long back I thought that the definition of life depends on how you define it…its all a matter of perception… a matter of how we want to take things…and that was the end of it…but this vicious circle continues…if it is so , if its all a matter of our own thinking then why there is no human ( a common man ) in this world who has never felt that life is worthless even once in his lifetime? Why there is no optimist who has never got a tear of helplessness and defeat in his eyes…
I always thought that there is no sorrow, we define sadness so it is on us as to what we decide our tolerance limit to be…and so there is no joy its all on us as to what we think makes us contented, because one can be happy only when he is contented, and it was really a nice thought but unfortunately not that realistic. Each day adds to your experience and you realise that what you always thought right may not be that correct.
Life is more like a running race, some are lucky to be a part of a relay, but not all… others have to complete there rounds all alone and if they loose they have to take it all alone, accept the fact and begin for next round. Life is not all about running fast , because a winner can not be a winner always and a looser is not a looser always its all about getting up when you fall and running again, no matter wether you have somebody to pick you up or you have to clean your wounds yourself…. Its not about winning its all about how you run how you get up.