The world may or may not have been borne on the shoulders by Atlas, according to Greek mythology. But in modern times, it surely is the onus of a piece of paper to bear the whole world on its shoulders -- money. I'm sure this statement of mine needs no elaboration. I see opinions bought, countries crippled, kingdoms crumbled and men broken -- all because of that piece of paper. Why? Isn't life more important?
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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