Be kind to everyone !

No matter who you are nor where you are from,

we all struggle in some shape or form.

This is a journey we are all taking together.

Our life lessons may be different, yet the lessons are always relentlessly ongoing and often emotionally and physically exhausting – for both you and me that is.

“Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,”

and just because their battles are not the same

as yours does not mean that they struggle less.

So be gentle with one another. Understand that everyone holds deep inhibitions they are afraid to reveal; for they too are embarrassed by their own suffering… 

I think "there is no wrong way to perform an act of kindness."

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Homeless people

we see them in every town and every city too.

Why are they out there?
Why do they call the streets their home?

For many different reasons Some We will never know.

Maybe they are out there
Because they had a notice on their door

Saying your behind in rent they can't live here anymore.

Maybe they unable to Pay their rent on time.
Maybe they are a battered wife
So they got the courage to walk out the door With nowhere else to go
They now call the streets their home.

Maybe their spouse got sick and passed away.
They had so many bills, they had to pay.
Places won't wait on them, They want their money now
So they spent everything they had Paying medical bills.
Now they lost everything they owned including their home.

The life they live While living on the streets. It's not an easy life by any means.

The wind the cold the snow and in the summer time they deal with the scorching heat
While we sit inside Our warm homes fed secure and dry.

But Theses people Sleep outside they call the streets their home.
No food no house No place to get warm. Torn and tattered clothes they probably smell too.
Holes in their shoes. Do they disgust you?

we are just a paycheck away
We don't know their story
Why They live on the streets?

Down a dark alley
where you'll find them,Places where you and I are afraid to go. Down these dark alley's
Is where these people call home?

A faceless man died on the streets all alone.Does anybody care?

Why does this go on like that?
Why are so many people Living on the streets?
Why are there starving people Without enough to eat?
The rich keep getting richer.
It's the poor man Some Sleep on the streets Without a damn thing
This is so wrong..............

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Sometimes in life..

Sometimes in life we feel so blue,
but someone somewhere is not happy as us.

somewhere a poor girl selling candies,
for her family or for survive...

someone who work at oversea when they sleeps, they missing their loved ones, they silently weeps.

somewhere a mother painfully sighs coz,
her new born baby didn't open her eyes.

somewhere a poor Dad silently cries,
when he sees his daughter begging for a bowl of rice.

somewhere in an orphanage a little girl is sad,
when she misses her mom and dad.

so at times a reason to smile we may not have any say to our self that we're happier than many, 'cause life isn't always blue and someone somewhere is not as happy as us too... :)

Be satisfied our life my friends........

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Gypsy's life......

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      I'm coming from the small village....:)

      Random life with  region and state...:)

     When you see my eyes you'll see my gypsy smile.:) 

     I've always seen myself as a gypsy. who goes from place to place, city to city, working for alive and continuously searching for a home, fighting within itself, wondering whether it is weak or even right for that matter to be searching in the first place.

I'm moving as a mobile. maybe up, maybe down! But wherever it is, I'm enjoying it and satisfy that gypsy life.:)

#*..gypsy..*#