In the dictionary form,
there is not much difference between the two phrases. But when you really look
at it, they aren't same at all. There are things in life that don’t
work out the way we want or anyone wants. Bruises and scars, we all carry
them. The echoes of the past and the song of the future, we all hear them. The
lost and found, the missed and the longing, the superficial and the profound we
have been one of all these at least once in our life.
There is always an element
of reality in every dream, figment of imagination in every reality, a grain
truth in every lie and love in hatred. There is this thin line that separates
one from the other, the same ambiguous line that discerns letting go and giving
up.
No one alive can fathom
the real meaning let alone follow it.
It keeps you hanging in
the mid air, always afraid if you are one step too late. It makes you wonder if
you have given up too early or not letting go even after it’s too late...
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