Ciggy Ciggy!

It’s not all about me.

Much of what we do point to ourselves. Though the people that shared their lives with us, made us. We forget those that reared our thoughts and tendencies, those who were ahead that stepped back to lead us closely, and those that denied their way to follow us, even then, we still live on the axis that we made their world revolve.

For we are all are like thin strands of a well-knitted garb. Those who don’t conform to the strong bind usually snaps and ruins the beauty of the garment-of-a-world in which we are closely weaved. As invisible as the soul, the thread that pulls us together can’t get loose even if we lose contact by will or otherwise.

It’s time for me to lose myself.

Let me dive on the waves of eyes that I meet in a crowd. Let me be blown by the breathing of those who also wait of what this life will bring. Let me be a servant to the kindness of those who also offer their tribute to the Giver of all.

I am giving myself to the batch of this generation. Let my will die and create this life with others. This life is not all about me.

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