You can't choose how you were born, but you can decide how you
live before you're gone.
Millions may plough, only handful will harvest. Poor are always
many times than the prosperous.
I will not stop running as long as I see posh houses, flashy cars,
lonely old man curling on the bench, grey hair granny searching for
empty cans.
I live for this life, not the next. You can't choose the starting
point in a marathon, but you can decide when you want to hear the
finishing horn.
When will that be?
