We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive
-“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now)
social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun.
A mile away, Not far from the place where I buried all my regrets, was the rough rugged coast of Sicily; Resting, laying down somewhere beyond the beach, no longer scrambling about, or searching to do more.
I, on the other hand, Was startled as though in great Danger.
In the distance, A hatchet could be heard screaming in the deepest of tides.
It was then, in the rippled reflections, I saw my powerful, most terrible enemy.
You were born, you’ll be going to die, no doubt! Live the never-ending, everlasting life, escape from death’s mouth. When you were born, the world celebrat’d and you cried. Live the life in such a way, That world should cry
Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought
A Newly born infant was ruthlessly abandoned on the street to face the vagaries of nature and fend for itself by its ruthless parents A good Samaritan took sympathy on the abandoned toddler and adopted the child and nourished the