The sound of machines deafens our senses and heat of sun-striking the earth burn our spirits and passion for life to ash. Meeting the same old faces, working the same old jobs and sitting in the same old place mirrored a soulless life. Repetitive work of the same kind seems to drain all man dry from the nutrient-enriched what you called love. Money has enslaved man to work like no tomorrow.
Perhaps a wake of reality should be called out to clear out the fog of confusion and cut the strings of manipulation in the world of only materialism and criticism.What man should really indulge in is the warmth and sweetness of the home. For home is full-packed with laughter of joyful children and the caring of a wife to tend every needs. Your parents too who had loved you for all eternity plus the eagerness of your family dog wagging its tail to welcome its master home.
In the end, the real sanctuary is at home for tranquility is there.
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