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Numa conversa entre mãe e vizinha, ouvi minha mãe dizendo que tinha vergonha da pessoa que eu era. Não aceitava o fato de eu gostar de ver fotos de bundas, peitos na internet. Para ela, não era…

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Sea of Desires

Desires are a stream of one’s life. A man lives his life in search of gold and wealth, forgets everything. Deep and deep into the sea. It gets darker blue as these desires increase. This wealth and every single penny that you earn are useless. You can’t but feel with money. This world is just an illusion everything is fake. These cars, houses worth billions, and all these golds and diamonds. Everything is useless. The only thing that gives you benefit is LOVE. Your care and attention towards the people who need you.Your family.If they

He forgets relations, children, and family. Make unstopping whirls in a gust of earning wealth, daily chores, and prolonged hard work. This sea to achieve more and more has made his life-threatening. It grasps his leg and pulls it deeper into it, just like a bog. It would be fair enough to say it is “A Bog of Luxury”.

Don’t drown!

Catch the rope of simplicity and hold the hands of your loved ones. Keep it simple and pure. This unstopping race of achievements, wealth, honor, and prestige has made this life very difficult yet a useless voyage of loneliness. Your family needs you, your relations, your beloved people might want you along. A loving soul and a caring partner is the best thing ever.

~Leonardo Da Vinci-

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