I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself is it all worth it? The pain... the crying... the anguish...

Why do we so much drench our hearts in the river of worry ? why do we fall asleep in the pit of our doubts and uncertainties and then wake still in the abyss of struggles, drenched in the mist & fog of pains and heartbreaks ?

is worry not futile? though it perseveres for a while, yet when it's gone, man forgets all of it.

Are not our hearts, fragile as the thickness of a silk, yet strong as the walls of a city designed to be flooded with the breathe of our own happiness and be stormed with the wind of joy?

Isn't our soul, that gate between our spirits and the outside world a work of art designed to be guarded in a serene atmosphere & ambience of love, peace and stillness like the gentle tides of a river ?

Men will rather spend years living in the...