Blessed are the ones who are born with the silver spoon in
their mouth but not many get a chance to enjoy the world in their upper hand.
The principle of the survival of the fittest gulps each mankind to the peril of
burning their last calories and succumb struggling to their final blow of air. He who is
lucky gets to see the world from the higher angle which often goes unnoticed of
the minute painful cases below and so fast overlook the important minors. Life
requires to be fed by the hand and leg, one can’t list the comfort on demand list to
run at his wish yet rather need to accept what life has got in his coffer to
offer.
Wind might howl, sky might grumble and earth may groan to
gamble your fate against difficulties but grow old in wisdom to park your
self-esteem at the base of challenges. Getting things stupefied in your eyes are
runway in making for the hitches to land at ease. Foresee the promising
teething troubles before you gets toppled down the beneath defeat.
The common phrases has to say, mighty crash the weak but it is
not the case always as old legend goes where mighty tighter got tamed by a
group of tiny frogs. In the bed of the humble man, one can find the corpse of
their gentleness.
Go Gentle to Grow old.
