A simple man During daytime, he's a hero for the others. Yet, when the night-time comes, he walks dragging his feet towards what seems to be a lifetime in disbelief. People adore him. People praise him. And people say that all the words in the world are not enough to thank him for his deeds. [...]
The other day, on my way home from work, I took a short break into a small shop. Handmade stuff, beautiful things... But I was looking for a backpack, as the other one had its straps broken (I admit, I load backpacks like no one else!).
But in the end, when the moment comes, is it that we take anything with us?
Some may criticise my view, yet I will accept that. We all have our beliefs, we inherit them or build them over time. I choose to accept the inheritance, yet move on and adjust it with my own-built views.