"While he lives, he must think; while he thinks, he must dream."- Isaac Asimov
My heart is somewhere far away. I hope to be reunited with it someday. - Me.
"In Australia there is a beach where at certain times each year thousands of starfish are washed up shore. Usually at night, at high tide, a large wave will bring them in so far that the water won’t carry them back out. Then, as the sun shines on the star-fish, they slowly dry out and die.
One morning a tourist came out of his hotel for a jog at dawn. Down on the beach he noticed a little boy picking up stranded starfish and throwing them back into the sea. But there were thousands of them up and down the sore.
The man ran up to the boy and said, “I know what you’re doing, and I think I know why you’re doing it. But there are thousands of starfish here and miles of beach. Do you really think that what you are doing is going to make a difference?”
The boy said, “I don’t know. But I think it will make a difference to this one.”
And he picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea."