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Amid everything

Time passes. Yes, this is the truth. Amid everything you live and experience the end. It is a process. It is in your hand. You can make it or break it. It is like your favourite tea cup. It is so beautiful. You can feel the emotional attachment with this.It is so pure and aromatic. You can never deny the gifts you have got from this life.
So,
Wtite down one by one what you have got in this life. You will soon discover the wealth you have. Surprisingly you can discover your true enemy,that is your mind that drags you to the uncertainty.
Oh my God! You will say. You will find yourself smiling.  Smile please. It is the tool you have to enjoy your time. Right!
So,
Smile. ..
The day is yours'
You are the best creation of universe.
Why to beg happiness from other. Rather spread happiness with your good deeds and smile. Make yourself busy. Work a lot and read a lot. Spend less and save more, atleast 10% of your income. Be rich inside.

Have a good day

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