Looking at this ball on the fence, I wonder what all it has been through. The extremes of temperatures. The rain and snow. The different coats of paint. Bird droppings. People hitting it with sticks and stones. And yet it still stands, a bit weathered maybe, but there it is.
Its the same way with people. We don't know of all the knocks that they have gone through. The pain, the sorrows, the sticks and stones which have afflicted one physically or mentally. All of us bear the marks of life. May we stand strong like this ball of iron on the fence post.
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