Sometimes, the most impersonal matters at its slightest
dynamism may pilot us into the closed walls, bulldozing us to be part of a world
which never existed. We may be floored with the grip of dismay, trying to chip
reasons out of a running wheel. “I am
Alive” would be the low pitched tone from the inside that reminds you about the
green part of the holy consciousness.
And why, for all the good and sweet in the world is a
solution so deeply buried. At the end of the day, it’s about determining the
what –is-what, to get the hang of the care of your loved ones ,that the real sport of life gathers. It is in rewriting
the bad news and the worst played part of the drama that the human life, the
most complex creation is all about. An example may not seem far enough and it
may lay hiding under the shadow of all men who set foot on this planet of apes.
The time when the heart sings “I can be the better man” is at close quarters.
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