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  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRSAhQ-6QR4 The Dining Table War   People’s food choices and tastes vary. Considering everyone’s options is weary.   Everyone wants their food to be delectable, But nutrition is not something deductible.   Men prefer food that is not sticky. Women hate food that is greasy.   Youngsters want their food to be pretty. Elders hate foods that are gritty.   Some want their food to be tasty, Few prefer their food to be healthy.   Some have no idea what they prefer, Some will eat what they are served.   It is tough for a meal course to be a winner. Even if you crack, it is already time for dinner.

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjPceqepyYI The Wind Chime Time We are in the best period of time. We have progressed in everything. Then, what makes us so nostalgic? Those times were as gentle as windchimes. We enjoyed life’s harmonies and rhythms. We listened to nature’s song at a gentler pace. We were away from chaos and the rat race. We watched the beauty of the rain relaxedly. We trundled on sun-beaten roads aimlessly. We smelled and tasted our foods leisurely. We exchanged stories with our friends vividly. We were never tensed about the time ahead. Life was decelerated with stillness of speed. Those were good old times with less greed. That makes our nostalgia all the more great.

Capturing the Captivating   What is love? Capturing and caging the captivating? Or cherishing its presence by letting it be?   Butterflies are symbols of love and joy. Can we cage and expect them to enjoy?   To safeguard them from dangers outside, We should not crush them into crumbs inside.   Liberating is not pushing away. Affection without obligation is love’s way.   When you detach and enjoy watering the flowers, Your garden will be blessed with butterfly showers.

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPLZWCqJpsE Gratitude-deserving cage   There goes the bird. Sky is not its limit. High, high it flies with no bounds.   One fateful day, the bird confronts a cage. It was so terrified to be locked down. Confined and lonely, feeling very lowly.   Days are all the same. Legs shackled in a small room.   Little did it know the dangers out in the wild. The forest was on fire and flocks of birds have died.   The cage was actually God’s grace. Blessed to get food and water at its place.   The best possible thing at this stage, For the ignorant bird is its cage.   God’s games are strange, In a world which cannot manage, And always looks for an exchange.   Days and months changed. Suddenly, one day, the cage opened.   High, high, the bird flies with no bounds. Sky is not its limit. There goes the bird.

  High Values will be Valued High With the world shifting to AI, we can sense the future is for people who follow their ethical judgment and moral path. Though we all know that life never betrays people who hold their moral compass high, we also see that the rewards for conscientious people are always delayed, which makes us believe delayed reward is denied reward. People who are good at selling themselves are rewarded instantly and so it is regarded as an important social skill to learn to survive in the material world, but people whose moral compass does not agree to sell themselves for material benefits are always regarded as out-of-sync people. The heuristics involved in a moral judgment of a person cannot be mimicked or programmed into an AI as ethical decisions of people vary based on the scenario and cannot be patterned. It is difficult for AI to learn things with little-to-no pattern recognition. AI will replace everything in the future; human skills, human intelligence, ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYqONIzmDkU   Pausing the Passing Time Stop spinning in time’s whirl, You, backseat-loving tired girl. Don’t forego control of steer, As your life is not to spare. Giving up is not sacrifice. Giving something of value is wise. Life will not plant your favorite in your garden. Stop brooding and blaming if your garden is barren. Take the spade, remove the weed and plant your favorite. Let the time pause to marvel at your garden. Don’t let time write your story and then complain. Take the pen and start writing your story. Let the time pause and marvel at your story. You are not a servant to follow the time schedule. Be the boss and dictate your schedule to time. Let the time pause to marvel at your life. Take the morning jog, let the time wait. Start the baking class, let the time wait. Complete that drawing, let the time wait. Don’t give the world the damaged, worn-out form of you. That is not the best gift to the world and your loved few. Brick by bri...

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_731_-IlNE Rumination of Remains I am abandoned when I needed the utmost care. I still feel the reverberating energy in me.   The laughter of children and the prayers of women. Those energies are converted to memories in me.   I communicate in memory with my past residents. I look up to the future only to ruminate about the past.   New houses are like just-born children with no memories. A house becomes a home when it has lots of memories.   I wait for decades for the few minutes people visit me. Time will pass and seasons come and go.   I may not withstand the test of time. But even when I become particles, I will still be hanging around here, Waiting to be revived by the footsteps of kids, Who come to visit me to share their nostalgia.