Valuable of Life

a man is just a speck in the middle line of black ink scribbled on the paper, where all the dirty likened to what is referred to the world. when all crying, laughing and happy, certainly not able to make a point to the size of marbles dots. what we feel and experience, and we try to live only a few milli enlarge the size of intangible not the point. equality would mean; each individual only has the role of the size 1/100.000 whole world. sometimes a word surrender, and turn every situation into an alibi and relity regret from a fate. if all men could still go through each problem and the burden of life without a word of complaint from the lips sweetly. point - a black straight lined up with the colors will make our lives more valuable than just complain and sit without the decisiveness in action.
stop barking, and do things even more unpleasant realities. do not ever turn, toward your future, and look at each of points at the final assembly until he'd formed a scratch little above it.