𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒍 ( දුක් ගන්නා රාළ )

Life is a precious gift And it is to be celebrated And not to be muffled. Those who are always on the sideline Have nothing worthy of celebrating And afraid of their own shadows Will try to distract. Let them embroiled in their own miseries It is not your prerogative To put them back on the right track. Instead, live life and love life And celebrate fully The precious gift Called life.

Favorite stuffs on mobile devices Headsets on and lost to the world Missing out on the birds chirping Rustling of leaves in the wind Child’s laugher or Chiming of distant bells. Detail plans First is more elaborate than the other Assuming always If A fails Then B would take over instantly. Efforts to be in Control Trying to vet everything And every time Takes the fun out of living. Life is a gift Something to be enjoyed un-vetted Unwrap it and be amazed Not knowing what’s in there Makes living interesting.