24 Years, ago, in the same day an accident happened. I was born. I was just ordinary. And it was once again proved that the existence is not interested in the betterment of individual, but only the species. I was ordinary.
Thankfully, I worked my way out. I don't know if I am good or bad, compared to so called 'normal' people. I don't know if I am holier than anyone else...
But I am different. It figures.
Thanks, my lord, for helping me to be myself. Thanks for taking me out of bliss occassionally, so that I can understand its value. Thanks for the eventful 24 years.
"Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without scent, are the fine but fruitless words of him who does not act accordingly." - Quoted from the Dhammapada.
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