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Dusty Road ~ Black And White Friday

An appointment took me to the city center, in an old area that is one of the arts center areas. In that area, there is an art institute, theater, cinema, park and culinary center where many artists gather there.

Long enough not to visit the area, apparently along the road from the area the sidewalk repair is being done so that the dust is a quite busy flying. I have an appointment at a cafe, which even though it is tightly closed, dust can slip in when the door is opened, likewise, every time a pair of shoes or more stepped on the floor.

The repair work has reached the stage of filling the gap between the square stone slabs. You can see in the picture some workers are filling the gap with sand.

For your information, I chose this black-and-white image for this post to avoid images that could trigger my mind to spin too deep, the lately might be too intense.  Moreover, Doc, who has always been my loyal friend in many discussions, today seems to feel too tired to think as he said in one of the threads of a post where we discussed. So, you don’t have to be burdened by this article, for this writing is just something very light.

But, there is a small thing that makes me curious about the picture. Seeing the workers, I wonder a little, there were people who were born and died rich, some were born rich but died very poor. Conversely, there are also people who were born and died in poverty, and also people who were born in poverty but died rich. In your opinion, who or what determines all that?

  • Question /

    Questions like that won’t make Doc more tired, right?

    • Yes
    • No
  • Question /

    You don’t mind sharing perspectives about the matter, right?

    • Yes
    • No


What do you think?

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  1. You took me to what the priest says while applying ash on our foreheads on Ash Wednesday. . “Dust thou art, to dust returnest”

    The external factors play a huge role in how one’s life turns out to be over which we have no control.

  2. Dinner with my wife, a good nights sleep and I am back!

    It is interesting to, that you picked dust. The reality of dust around us. As always you delight and today my deep thoughts focus on the dust itself. Once part of something now a small independent reality.

  3. I don’t know who decides this … I think it’s fate … I was not born poor or rich … golden mean and also rich I will not die … I have a rich soul and health … this is my greatest wealth, dear Albert

    • I often think, are the famous motivators bragging? That includes me! There are people who succeed – in a certain sense – and there are also people who fail despite listening to the same motivator lecture or read the same book, have the same belief, perform similar actions, etc. but the results are never the same.

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