The scarry world.

I stood lost at the door step of the world,
 the world which everyone warned me about.
The world which everyone scared me about.
The same world where battles and wars were louder than comforts and love.
The  world where everyone held more zeal in killing another than giving life.
The world which everyone said is at fault.
The picture of the world everyone gave me just filled in me fear , hate and worry.
Until I realised,the world is not what you hear ,but what you experience . The world to you is how you chose to create it
The world which everyone is talking about was the same world everyone was killing.
Now world for me is what is out there to be explored and felt.

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