The Art of Being Human
No fortune is worth the ticking clock, nor gold worth the stillness peace unlocks.
What good is wealth, if in its chase, you lose your breath, your soul, your grace?
We were not forged to be cogs in a cold machine, churning numbers, silencing dreams unseen.
So let us return, with quiet hearts and open hands, To the art of being human to feel, to rest, to live... not just to gain.
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