Well, here comes another typical life of an Expatriate. It feels like time is just running around where your body is present in the place you were supposed to be, but your mind is in a faraway remote place. A place homey but crazy warm in the arms of your children, a feeling of being lost in memories of your loved ones.
Everyone was just living in the moment of urgency and the wish, a wish of having better lives for their children and the urge for a contended comfortable life. The term “simple” isn’t enough to make lives work now, as the lives became complex and get to a compound in this tangled circumstance of life. I know everybody gets the chance to question, is this the life they dreamt of? Or is this interlaced direction is right for them? Or having to believe in the essence of what is a family that gets to stick together whatever the circumstance be? Or for the stoned feeling of warmth hunger from their children? Or for the mild embrace of a Mother and an incomparable safeguard of a Father?...
How long will the 50 million Expatriate’s all around the world realize that there is something wrong in this misguided fact that no one else can deny? How can it be this complex as they only wish to have a good life that everyone wishes to have?...
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”...*
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
*“As you are still the Master of your own destiny and the maker of your own dreams…”*
