Just living in this world is not important but living rightly is the most important of all.
We sleep, we wake up, again we sleep again we might wake up or we might not too.
Whats there in such living? Are we complled to live, are we out of purpose to live, havent we realised why we are born?
Time is a concept and concept is a human mind and its creation.
I tried to live life in every way, sometimes I ran out of reasons to live, sometimes I got so many purpose, that I wanted to live life all over again.
Whenever god almighty present's me with a new born, a new nephew and a new neice. Their fragile skin, their tiny feet and hand's which doesn't have any idea that they have rough farm road's to walk and hard stone's to break.
Their gloomy eye's which have dream's and vision's to build.
That one moment when I hold them in my hand, that one moment when my weary eye's meet those tiny eye ball's, it fills me with colorful energies.
It tell's me to keep moving forward, to create a safe and healthy world for them.
As an uncle the little one's tell me to be strong, they give me a new purpose, a new way, a new passion, to endure and to walk on this land's for hundred of mighty years.
I, me an uncle, plan on to keep this universe clean and healthy,
I plan on to make a better world for my neice and nephew's who are, yet to arrive!
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