Finally I had the opportunity to create another notable
quote here. I totally neglected this space that used to describe my emotions in
terms of writing. Emotions are best described through writing not by acting;
acting required a big soul which I’m not good at, perhaps!
At this kind of age, what else life could be offered? I have a
happy family, not the perfect ones, I have a so called good job even I’m bored,
good circle of friends although we rarely spend time together and to put into a
sum, a good life (raise my hands and pray to Allah). But this isn’t a platform
to be satisfied enough, not yet. Let’s not be overly excited of
something/someone which you’ve owned, life should be as moderate as possible. Don’t
you think so?
Till these seconds, when I look at the reflection of myself,
things which I’ve been through since little, I would say I am fortunate enough.
My life is good but the best is yet to come.
