It's like yesterday when I entered a big classroom. The inside was empty. You can shout at the classroom at it'll haul your insult at your face. I gripped the towel I was holding and scrub it on the large board but the board is too hard to clean. So I had to add water to scrub the surface so as to make it clean. This action proceeded for some minutes and tiredness was hanging like a weight on my outstretched hand and my two legs which was maintaining the balance.

The board is our mind. We become what we see, hear etc. Our mind is very important. To stay healthy, we must absorb good content but when it becomes bad, we scrub harder.

Life is a platform of both rest and unrest.