Gift of my land

Gold field

Time of my life

I have just realized that the best place to die is my birth place because it makes me feel like I have completed a circle and when I die, a new circle of life will begin. Everyday we live a little and we die a little. There is no going back except memories. All the journey that I have taken and the places I have visited in my lifetime will remain as memories. The people I have met, befriended or observed have made different impressions, some for a momentary span of time while some may last a lifetime. This moment I live is all I have, this breathe I take is all I care about. I live because I am blessed.