When was the last time we used a pen to write a letter to someone we know well,…

When was the last time we used a pen to write a letter to someone we know well, when was the last time we really took a long walk and not a long drive, when was the last time we counted something on our finger tips rather than a calculator, when was the last time we laughed and cried naturally, when was the last time we decided to talk with ourselves rather than babbling with other humanoids, when was the last time you picked up unripen mangoes and guavas from a tree. This last time is lost. It will never come back again. Live your life with the real you. It is difficult to be what we are, but those you have fear of losing are not your real friends. Real friends count you as your really are, they accept you with all your whites and blacks.