“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” ― Confucius, Confucius: The Analects
What do you do next? Something which bothers me at all times, irrespective of where I am, what I am upto in life. So here I am, promising myself to write more often, read even more, create more things which I can call mine.
Like a friend said, it’s a Sunday morning, full of sunshine and sleep and the day is yours… close your eyes.
What do you do now?