We reside in a world where there is a plethora of choices and these choices are the cause of the majority of our sorrow. How simple life was way back then…. when humans hardly had any choice. How sorted were the decisions and how little was the waste of time?
When will I write without tears in my eyes? I want to speak of joyous things, of love, Of beauty, of freedom, Of laughter, of winds that never…
Two months ago, I left my toxic job. The experience within that environment gave…
