At the peak of sorrow, a man either dies or goes mad or becomes an artist. The best tunes of music, poems or ghazals composed in different languages and the world's best artifacts were created only when the pain in the heart of men blows him, demolishes his dreams and then the dried tears of his eyes flow in the form of music, poem or art work. - Yashpal Jadeja
I was reading Robin Sharma's - "Who Will Cry When You Die?" . Love reading the book because I can start reading from any page. And each small lesson of these little book provides food for thought. I read this book whenever I'm short of time, but want to read. It is great. A small excerpt from the very first lesson of the book: We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most. Isn't it worth pondering? We're busy checking our phones and emails every 5 minutes but we forget to check our purpose, our goals and our family members. We continuously try to refresh our news feed on Facebook
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