"Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them." - Dalai Lama dog leaves falling brown, yellowish, reddish Chapters of this year are getting naked and showered Snow might come as a blanket that dogs will cover with their paws and birds will cross fast before flying off to a naked branch, dripping. Choices were made. It wasn't 'me', It was my fears walls nightmares. It wasn't 'you', It was your fears walls nightmares. 'You' and 'me', both got time on this planet but chose to avoid ourselves in different ways. The mirror gets big and small, but humbling too no sufficient no need anyone and no self-bashing either, just the humble simple reflection of what is a simple miracle. Another morning to live.