Comfort is all

Shall we talk about love, that complicated thing? Well, love is not that complex.We talk about arduous thing because there is something beautiful in knotty things. Well,we better now jump into the most complicated thing, well, it is actually us. Can be anything be more tricky than us? As we consider in simple way, love, as most puzzling but it is only a part that of a most complicated thing, us.I should answer the question which I just mentioned, well nothing is more mystifying than ourselves.In first place , we trick ourselves to accept something which we do not believe in and to comfort ourselves for a brief moment and, a comfort, which has come from a lie is a fire from the papers in plain cold.In another part, we ruse other people and it is all for comforting ourselves. And the trickeries we do, after all it has been to comfort ourselves. Well,  the comforts from dishonesty are beautiful, I mean we all razzle-dazzled  ourselves or to the other people for amenity. Well, we all know the amenities and there are these exceptional contentments for exceptional people but those people might be " too much people" or no people at all.
     Other baffling things; kindness, hatred, sorrow, etc, they all are to comfort ourselves.I should say, that phrase feels like sleeping in the pebbles. I mean, we showing kindness, this could be the way to comfort ourselves rather than just helping out another fellow being.Hatred, we rather not need to talk about it, because that is the word which speaks itself for the comfort of ourselves.Well, the sorrows , it is also the perplexing thing and an aid for the warmth of ourselves but also the intelligent atheist to a theist. I mean, we try to comfort ourselves with the sorrows and we comfort somehow but  it develops another one and it is perplexing because it never ends.And complicated, we are ,we may know only few things because we are involved to comfort ourselves and we sure do have own perception as we all are different and complicated.Oh!wait, I just did comfort myself by writhing these all. 

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