“Take me to the railway station,” said the drunk, stumbling into a waiting taxi.
“Look mate, we are at the railway station,” said the cabby.
“Thanks,” murmured the drunk, handing over a five-dollar bill. “And next time, don’t drive so bloody fast.”
The taxi had not moved even an inch. Your life may remain exactly where it was when you were born. It may not move even an inch. Millions die exactly as they are born. No growth happens, no flowering comes to their lives. Whether they are or are not simply makes no difference. They come and go like shadows. Their life is not worth calling life; they simply vegetate.

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