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A good time bliss!

Time, such a trick of thaumaturgy. With good times comes the beatitude & with bad times comes the sentience.

The bad times enlighten is what our ancestors time after time have put in words. Is that because of the sentience bad times bring?

Given a free will, good times are preferred by an exquisitely confused mind.  Isn't that a pretty irony?

Blame the time! No that isn't where I'm going. The thought which provoked me today was that why do we loose sentience during the good times.

Is it because you don't deserve that inordinate time?

You might be putting a maid at home or a person to wash your car. The time you bought how well did you fritter away? If that is put to use to watch movie/tv or relax or to shop or spent on gossip, then you just reduced it to skin-and-bones.

We've died to accumulate, die wisely with no leeway for heartbreak!

What is your take?