I wrote this a few days ago. It’s ironic, yet rather true. I believe I was twelve when I started thinking, and sometimes I find myself thinking: Seemingly thinking is becoming a rarety only few are gifted with.

When I say ‘thinking’, I’m not talking about ordinary thought passing through our brains, but realisations and deeper thoughts on subjects such as life and the commotions around it.

This has variations too. “Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll eat for the rest of his life”. “Give a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Put a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life”, etc.

To give a man something, it will last only short. Teach a man something, and it’ll last forever. We have no use for gifts, if we do not learn.