If our lives were never ours and we couldn't afford to pay......
In this world.... People tend to get them selves entangled with frivolities, pleasures; people tend to get hooked on the high and low of the distractions of the world....... If our life giver came one day.... Just like the master to his servants, and we are expected to give account of how we spent the coin of life..... Where do we start.
We by fact of living........ Are debtors to three set of people... Our makers..... Our birth givers and lastly ourselves...
OUR MAKER
no one needs to tell us that we are not the creator of ourselves, hell! We can't do shit... The Breath of life till today is inexplicable to the brightest of minds... The most advanced science.. Yet we exist? How? Why? For what purpose?...this isn't ours.... We can't own it.. How could we.. We didn't make it! TBC
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Life for rent
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