Ultimately, we determine our fate.
Every choice we ever made, good, bad or worse,
has brought us to this moment in time.
Sure, sometimes we do not seem to have a choice.
But even then we can choose how to react to an overtly dictated circumstance.
We must not seek to blame others or think the world owes us a living.
It does not.
Instant gratification and the resistance to persistent effort – speak hard work,
have become the norm.
We will not all be movie stars, live in mansions, drive Bentleys and be called Kardeshiham.
A life, I think, can be measured by the friends we have, the aid we offered, the difference we made.
When you go is the world a better place than when you found it?
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