It’s a story about the first son or let’s also include the daughter… And for the record I’m one of them.
These are kids of our young age. Probably, born when the lights were dim, I mean not the best time of our lives. Or maybe it was by mistake.
The first sons carry the burden, they do… Be a role model, sometimes serious family issues, they are decision makers. Some of them become breadwinners in single-parented families. Yeah, that’s the price they are obliged to pay. That’s their role.
They work, not for fulfilling them happiness but for the sacrifice of their families. If they go down, the rest goes down with them.
They pay rent for their families, pay fees for siblings, pay bills.. That’s their role.
Torn between developing their lives, keeping to their ambitions.. And managing their family’s issues. Surprisingly, nothing goes amiss.
They are truly strong people. 👊👊👊
Thumbs up for the first sons and daughters. 👍👍
Less likely but great for both men and women. Knitted pullovers in the make.
Nothing but brown, for an edgy look….!
But never leave black behind…..
Feel good, be confident….. don’t lose personal style.
They have never been helpless.
Humans have only deflected,
So long as people have a vision,
Of life as it ought to be;
So long as they comprehend the full power
of an unfettered mind,
they can look at the world with confidence.
That they are not living in a sterile or hostile arena.
Basic purpose of human destiny do not lie outside him but within him.
LIFE is precious, not because of any universal prevalence it may have.
We rest; but a dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise; but one wandering thought pollutes a day. Resentful of being tired; but appreciate every achievement.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, embrace fond we or cast our cares away;
It is the time: for, be it joy or sorrow, the path of its departure still is free.
Man’s yesterday may never be like his ‘morrow; Nought may endure but mutability.