Life is a short journey that’s full of mysteries. My access and my exit are totally unimaginable and uncontrollable.
My existence is visible and may be predictable.
Actually a bit.
We don’t know many stories of a person’s existence.
Each person is introduced to two worlds — one he lives in, another life within him.
The two worlds could be quite different.
Maybe they are not.
But the core values of both worlds should be the same, at least, close ones.
One of the core values is keeping own promise.
Every day we make lots of promises, don’t we?
Maybe a lot of, maybe one or two, maybe none.
Whatever the number is, a promise is always a promise.
And every promise is valuable.
Every promise deserves to be alive till its maker’s existence.
But how many of them?
Quite a few.
Actually, a promise doesn’t die but its maker.
Maybe he breaths in but his mind loses its beauty, and over time, it becomes nonfunctional.
When the mind loses its beauty or functionality, we become nothing but a piece of flesh.
Actually, every living being is a piece of flesh.
It’s nothing but our mind that differentiates human beings from animals.
I wish I could be surrounded only by human beings, not any pieces of flesh.
Are you a piece of flesh?
Ask yourself!
