Sometimes, I feel every man is akin to a farm land. You just need to sow seeds of humanity in this land called man to create a beautiful world. However, crops of humanity like kindness, love, and compassion may grow abundantly in some men, while few others would remain barren as a desert. There may be a difference in degree of fertility in the land called man, and you can’t expect that humanity would grow to its fullest in every man; but, if you, and I are the believers of greatness of humanity, let’s be the cultivators ourselves.
