our life is like a guitar ..
when it is a new guitar it makes a wonderful..
no face making is shown..
and the skill of the player is been ignored..
what ever chord that is play..
fly to the air like wind..or oxygen for scientifically..
it's travel around the atmosphere until..
it enter to a person ear..
when hour become day..
and day become month..
the guitar is not as new as it was before..
the cover is discolor..
the wood make a deep-deep sound..
and the string is fragile as lady hand..
it's only waiting for time to replace it..
the master has arrive!!
and place has change..
one's a proud guitar has been place at second hand shop..
how sad is that.. no more cheering.. no more fantasizing..
it's take it place quietly amount a lot of other guitar..
realized that.. what a fool his life was way-way back..
people come and go..
not long after that one small boy..
wearing a small dirty shirt point straight at it..
the guitar can hear clearly that the boy says..
"what a nice guitar,i take it"
the day brighten up..
the seller says"but the guitar sound is horrible"
but with so much energy..
the small boy says"it OK..it a good tuning up..it be just like brand new"
our life is like a guitar..
at first we maybe the center of attention..
and we forget about our self..
the when day pass..
we loos our nice sound..
then it only take one person that is geneses to help tuned our string up..

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