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What would they think ?

"What would they think" is a common question we usually think and worry a lot about, which even destroys our dreams and desires often. When we do things we enjoy or try to express ourselves, disagree, or live our preferred life, and even when we wear clothes we like, the concern of others' opinions often infiltrates our minds, causing disturbance.


What would they think if we do it? How would they judge it? Would they dislike it? Would it strain our relationship with them? So much to worry about!

It's often impossible to please everyone when we pursue something we love. People have different mindsets. What one person thinks is right, another might see as wrong, and vice versa.


Some people may be narrow-minded, while others are broad-minded. Similarly, likes and dislikes vary from person to person.

If we let others' opinions kill our dreams and desires, many of them might fade away unfulfilled. Anyone can judge us as much as they want. Some may say it's good, while others may not. People often notice our mistakes more than our good deeds. That's human nature.


This life is ours, and it's up to us to decide how to live it. Life is fulfilled when we follow our dreams and live according to our will. In this democratic country, we have the same rights for it as every other citizen.

So let's live for our passions and dreams, without worrying about what others think or listening to the critics. Let's laugh with our hearts open and be happy, no matter what others say.


"The less you care about what people think, the happier you will be" - Buddha

Wishing you a great day ahead.

Thank you :)


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