And while we talk about having excess, enough and more, it is sad to think that not all the children are privileged enough. More than a million of them are wandering in the streets homeless. Many minors working for a living. Some left just like that by their parents. Some too poor to lead a normal childhood. But they are used to it. Still okay with the idea of living life that way. There is probably nothing much we can do to change their lives because we almost don't have the power. But perhaps, some occasions or days will give you a chance to bless their lives. Never forget to make use of the opportunity because you will be lighting up a life.
Children's day will be gone in 24 hours. But the special parts of the day will remain in the memory. What better day to show them your love without spoiling them! Even if you do not have one in the family to celebrate the day for, why not go find a kid and make his/her day? Because, it's once in a year and it's true, one moment of goodness will make a Huge difference. We all were children once. Maybe you can look back and think of your own childhood. Find the moments where you were happiest. It's time you pass on those joys to the children who are here today. Someday, years from now, they can trace back the beautiful memory. I'm sure they will remember to bring some joy to the children of tomorrow then. And perhaps gleefully say, we were children once when we were greeted with such joys.
In my twenties ~ that wavy age where times seem hardest, yet very adventurous too. You are not too young niether old. Deciding phases, getting serious kind of phase where Life brings you a lot of tides to ride. But i love every moment of it. I love the lovely times i can count on, even the ugliest of situations. They make me a better person. With dreams in my pocket, seeing them taking buds am gonna do all i can let them take their flight. Someday i hope to see them flowered and be happy enough that for once i did something worth celebrating. And that's gonna be Life. M celebrating every moment of it.
I live in India, in its Capital City. I write for a weekly column for a Newspaper. I love doing it all. I love writing. I love my home town. It's a hilly place. And I wish to make a difference in my life's journey.