What value can we attach to our lives? When are we allowed to say that at the end of our lives we have lived the perfectly? What parameters should we use to measure the value of our lives?
I once had a friend who had all the all...
There was once a boy who lived in a village full of drunkards,afraid that his son would end up like the villagers, his dad took him to a seminar to be taught on dangers of hard liquor. The illustrator used a worm which he dipped in both the safe...
There was once a flog who liked having fun just sitting around and enjoying warmth of the sun as it hit his skin. He had no worries whatsoever. Then one day, a wise friend came to him and said, "Instead of just sitting around, why don't you come...