MeaNingful....

Coins

I saw a beggar by the roadside.. He was cold and dirty with those miserable expression on his face.. He was staring at the dust that seem so small for his half-opened eyes.. He was expecting for the sound of coins to hit the floor.. He just waiting with no hope..

I think about us in that flash of time.. All this while we just waiting for miracle.. Waiting for aids to support our pity life.. Is life that pity after all? Or we juz making a fuss out of it? Miracle happens when there are contributions and sacrifications.. No use to cry just like that beggar by the roadside..

Don't stop without any effort of trying.. Life is full of surprise if you only willing to be strong enough to move forward.. Some might give you headache but some could contribute millions of happiness.. Don't be that beggar by the roadside.. Let's move on and you will realise that life is not that hollow after all..

Enough of a fool in those dreams of emptiness.. Judging people by the ironic look through magnifying glass.. Thinking you have achieve the greatest peak of success by just comparing it to yourself.. What a fool who can't admit your failure in life.. You just another beggar by the roadside cause life is not just being old.. It's about being rich with everything that can ask for..

That beggar didn't leave me his name in the end.. Only his pity image and memory.. Gone forever like whisper of wind.. He is not you cause I know you will not become the beggar by the roadside.. A roadside of your life..

dis is something i read on a person's blog in frenster... it makes me realise lots of things...