We were born with hands to write and hold, with legs to walk and run, with a brain to think and decide. Ears to listen, a nose to smell, a tongue to taste, eyes to see, and the ability to touch. A heart to feel, to feel pain, to feel love, to feel grief, anger, sadness, happiness, ecstasy.

What about the autistic child who can't feel but think feelings are an image in their head which their emotions follow.

What about the child who was born blind, and have never seen the real meaning of colours.

What about the child who can never hear, and listen to the perfect pitch in music.

What about the child who couldn't smell nor taste, because his nerves were mismatched.

What about the children with neither arms nor legs, the inability to write nor walk.

What about the special children, unable to express what they want.

What about the animals and people who rot to death on the streets, and no one stopped to care?

What about the strongest and smartest men in the world, they lose out because they weren't given the chance to go to their fullest potential and die of slavery and aids.

What about the orphans in the camps?

What about the people in old aged homes, with no family there for them?

What about the insane and demented people, who can't be understood by people?

Start to appreciate the smallest things in life. Because they might just come only once.

And I'm not going to waste anymore time on anyone anymore. No regrets!