Millionaires or beggars in the street.
Those who live in huge mansions or homeless.
Extravagant lifestyle or basic hand to mouth.
Someone who has all the qualifications in this world or one who can’t read nor write.
You will call yourself fortunate if you are on the better side. Nevertheless, what makes us all equal, is simply because of one thing: Death.
Everyone will have to pass through this bridge. No one is immortal, and no one is exempted. Nor can you have an extension. At the end of our journey, our footprint of deeds will what count most.
You were about to say things that could hit someone like a brick. Instead, you put yourself into the other person’s shoes and decide to throw them diplomatically so that your words turn into soft marshmallows as they reach the recipient. Regardless of the outcome, you know you have taken the path of gentleness.
A powerful star. It doesn’t discriminate. It gives warmth to all those underneath it.
What can we learn from the sun and why don’t we learn from the sun?
