Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Friday, October 30, 2015
what would be my day like?
Started out with the thought of oneself and slowly going out in the thought of many. Inevitably, knowledge is at best to cultivate oneself for the sake of many. Would there be choices? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.