All is excruciating pain. I breathe fire and torment.
I birth a world of suffering to mire and plague.
In one fleeting moment, lives come and go. Ever moving towards the unknown.
And in that fleeting moment, they cry for the answer to the question:
Why, given life, are they meant to suffer. To die...
As fragmented, imperfect beings, yours is a never-ending quest.
A quest to find your purpose, knowing your end is assured.
To find the strength to continue, when all strength has left you.
To find joy, even as darkness descends...
...And amidst deepest despair, light everlasting.

I hope you have made some good resolutions for this year Yukra.
God bless you.

Happy new year!

Love is the true spirit of Christmas. Merry Christmas Yukra

Best Fun tonight for The Games Awards

Have a sweet weekend Yukra!