A Simple Argument

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I have literally become weary of listening to the stereotypical comments of the people who desperately endeavour to establish their viewpoints in this way, "How can she sing? Why does she? She was not trained at all. Does she know anything about 'the grammar of music'?"

Ah, man! Every time I come to listen so, I can't resist me from asking myself, "How can they be so uncouth? How can they be so sadistic and demotivating?"

The funny fact is that the birds have never been trained to be such heart-soothing singers. Their natural voice can melt every heart away. Why can't a human being then be such a natural or such a self-taught singer? Why do we try to undermine any such gift?

By and large, it becomes evident that our envy and inferiority complex hinder us from cheering up a soulful singer. Why don't we then question the trains, "Who taught you to whistle in such a way?"

Of course, we must become mindblown one day, as and when the majority applauds that one person whom we used to sidetrack anyhow for the sake of the contentment of our narrow, selfish and foul motive.

We have everything, yet we have nothing at all.

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