A man is born to deliver, to give to others; all throughout his life. Love to his spouse, care to his siblings and time to his passions. Few men earn enough, to give to the community, the society, the country or may be the world. Somewhere in between, they die.
When does he find the ultimate joy? When he, holds the baby he made, or, drives the new car he bought, or, learns how to play the guitar and then plays it for his soul mate. May be its something simpler. I guess, its the small appreciations he receives for the small nothings he does all the time around people. That's his fuel to keep him running day and night. Until one day he dies.; happy.
- You live and learn. At any rate, you live. Douglas Adams
4 comments:
"small appreciations he receives for the small nothings he does" is luxury and seldom u see tht...
people die to listen for the small appreciation for the great things they do instead.
dying happy...!!!!
its not easy at all.
People can't manage to live happy and you want die happy!
you've got huge expectations from yourself baby
well that's the thing,
trying to live happy is like dieing everyday, again and again
all i need to do is choose my moment, and then I die, just like that.
I wish I die of a stroke laughing, watching Tom and Jerry or may be "Jaane bhi do yaron" [:p]
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