Sometime in 2020, the world changed its order. People began to take stock of the way they lived and started a revolution by prioritizing what was essential to living proper lives.
A change in mindset changed the ways of Man and it came with the first lessons in humility.
The arrogance that they controlled the lives of their species was denounced by a virus.
We fell powerless into the hands of a pandemic. We then recount that life is as fragile as a
shard of glass.
Unlike the days when we believed that luxury and comfort ruled the universe, now we learned to go back to the basics, to the kampung style of simpletons and songs, of planting seeds and raking love.
Homes became the center-point of all activity. Conglomerates fell to mediocrity and life took on a new meaning sans insider trading!
War and men of power have never been far apart.
As hardships grew with displacements, a warning came in the form of grave catastrophes that resulted in millions of deaths in every part of the world.
It was Mother Nature's way of retaliating against all the actions of ignorant and destructive Men.
Men were a danger to their own kind. They killed for religion, power, fame, and of course Money.
As more and more men die for their own cause, the cry for unity had never been louder than now.
A new Earth begins with new askance. For lesser strive, for lesser killings, and lesser disunity.
Once we begin to unify as a human race, you take away the power of dissatisfaction.
Perhaps, then, we can together live a life of peaceful existence.
AN INSPIRATION
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Life is never for the faint-hearted!
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Does Nature Discrimate the Downtrodden?
I watch the villagers come out when the weather gets cool in the evenings, looking up with eager eyes for signs of rain, praying that their crops are safe and don’t wither under the persistent scorching sun.
Seeds dying even before they sprout are as common as the dust-filled roads that mar the paths they tread upon. Their animals, bared of flesh, are constantly in their minds. Their bony form requires nourishment and water so that they can turn the soils of the land and be a source of staples.
Can Yearning Hearts Be Pacified With A Touch of Beauty Instead?
But when has beauty been enough to feed a body and soul? Not even the constellation can dazzle so as to silence an hungered heart.
Sparse rain in areas of the poor reek of discrimination even by nature.
“The dry winds blew dust, while the unbearable heat parched our throats and body. The sweat that dripped from our bodies was as sparse as the water that we drank each time we couldn’t stand the heat.”
Another Epic Story crafted By Shobana Gomes, the author of Amazon's No.1 best-seller, under Ancient & Classical Literature, The Goddess of the Himavan.
