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I wonder in the toxins in the land. That a man is no longer safe with his fellow man, that the bees now sting with an intention to kill, that life is nothing but a facade of colours. Some days are extremely beautiful and the other day is just a sad ash day.

We have never stopped once to think that we might be the generators of these toxins. We seat like decent people but the little things we neglect cause a great deal of trouble! It may not be intentional but it happened anyway and sometimes we ignore the outcome.
How can a man prefer any other thing to the life of a friend? Are thinking about how you've valued something about a human being? It is the smile you refused to render when they needed it! It is betrayal! It is the neglect of family! It is most importantly the refusal to speak!

I sit still to ponder over the current state of mind of some persons. Caused by the pains of life, they have given up to depression. Because family refused to play it's role when they needed it, because friends laughed behind closed doors, because you refused to help!

How do you begin? Start smiling. Tell a friend they're amazing! Don't leave any stone unturned. It's not how much money you have, it's the size of your heart that matters most. After all there are billionaires who have nothing to offer.
We're not asking to illuminate the world, illuminate your neighborhood!
We don't speak when we're uncomfortable, we speak especially when we're uncomfortable.

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  1. A very good way to colour ones mind. Keep charming the world.

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    1. Thank you! I'm most honoured to have charmed you! Please be kind to drop by more often!

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