Wednesday Wonders

What is the funniest characteristic of human being? Have we ever wondered? Maybe you have and perhaps we did have wondered. I read once about a conversation of a famous author's friend with a man who asked him this question, the friend answered, " Our contradictoriness."

Perhaps yes. I never hurried to grow up but eventually time did.

"Many of us are in such a hurry to grow up and then long for their lost childhood. We make ourselves ill earning money and then spend them on getting well again. We think much about the future and we neglect the present. experience neither the present nor the future. We live as if we were never going to die, and die as if we had never lived."

So did the men destroy the nature under the banner of industrialization, development, commercialization and technology and now, the so called 'world leaders' sitting on round table drawing out plan of actions to converse the nature . We destroy and then we find ways to heal, protect and reserve. Funny are men.

We do contradict but we learn. We learn to live in the present. We learn to let go. We learn to move on. If we do not learn, then we are indeed funny.

To end this note, let's wonder about today, Wednesday, the 5th of January, 2022 and be thankful for this life. Every little thing, has a little story. Let's appreciate and be grateful and make wonders for mankind.

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