Travellers

We are all travellers to destiny, on the unknown highway of life. Some roll in glassy tortoise shells. Others move as simple chameleons. Still others fly in dead birds in sky; and also swim as frogs in cages. If you travel in tortoise shells, do not splash mud on chameleons. Birds of the air, honor those below. Whatever they are to you, love them. If you swim as frogs in warm waters, and rest on land as reptile king, do not flash your fangs in the air. Harmony, mutual respect is supreme. Blame no one, frown on no one. The tortoise, chameleon, birds, frogs, each with own merit, or shortcoming; let’s move as brothers in peace. We travel as brothers hand in hand; each with a baggage on the back. and an envelope with message sealed, the contents of which no one knows.