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The Meaning Of Life

One day, while walking in the park, I met an old man sitting on a bench, looking up at the blue sky. I sat next to him. He looked at me Like I was his son or a friend. Why do you look at the sky? I asked. His wrinkles smiled. The sky, he said, has been here since before I was born. And the moon, and the clouds, and the stars are beautiful to me. Then he looked at the huge tree on his right, a bird sitting on the trunk, twittering. He listened merrily and happily And he said...this bird is free It jumps from trunk to trunk It goes from land to land It eats food for free I listened to his humble talk. Stunned and enchanted by his story His simple truth ran through the chapters of my life. The truth is simple, he said. No one can reject or forbid. Life is to live without hate or greed With others on this grand planet We live under one sky We walk on the same sand We breathe the same air We eat the same food We drink water from the same clouds We share the same feelings of passion and compassion. Man! Come. Let us reason and reflect. Life is a path to another life We are walkers to another place. We encounter many trials and tests. Some we fail. Some we pass. Step by step, we walk out our destiny. Today or tomorrow, we will vanish, not remembered after one or two generations. So, why not laugh and dance?

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Date: 6/18/2017 10:29:00 PM
Very inspiring!
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