The paths of life are plenty. But they are without directions. Standing in a junction, one can see the dusty roads in all directions. Human nature, as it is, will make oneself happy by choosing a road from the many available options. And not wanting to take the risk of deciding, they are even more happier to blindly follow the person in the front, not knowing where the road ends. But little they realize, that they are caught up in this maze and are circling to the same place again and again.
Without their knowing, they are made servants of this world. Blindly obeying the orders; a servant never wonders and thinks beyond what he is assigned to. Slaves of this kingdom.
There a few, who leaving their camps behind, wander into the forests, risking their lives. They do not fear, they do not care. All they do is dream, believe and put their faith in what they do. These are the ones, who reach the gates of praise and glory, through the unexplored and narrow paths of life.
And they are never forgotten.![]()
Without their knowing, they are made servants of this world. Blindly obeying the orders; a servant never wonders and thinks beyond what he is assigned to. Slaves of this kingdom.
There a few, who leaving their camps behind, wander into the forests, risking their lives. They do not fear, they do not care. All they do is dream, believe and put their faith in what they do. These are the ones, who reach the gates of praise and glory, through the unexplored and narrow paths of life.
And they are never forgotten.
