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When you were a baby, being silence did not mean that you were well and fine.
You might have a good crying time and was too tired and fell asleep after that.<\/p>\n
When you were a toddler, being silence did not mean that you weren’t naughty at all.
You might have realized you had broken something unintentionally and wondered what would happen next.<\/p>\n
When you were a teenager, being silence did not mean that you were an obedient child.
You might have been planning something mischievous to play your classmates out.<\/p>\n
When you were a youth, being silence didn’t mean that you knew not about the meaning of the TLC.
You might have not matured enough and too shy to show what you have had at heart.<\/p>\n
When you were an adult, being silence didn’t mean that you know not the meaning of the three little powerful words.
You might have thought that action was always louder than words.<\/p>\n
When you were at your middle-aged, being silence didn’t mean that you didn’t care at all.
You might have thought that speak less would create less misunderstanding after all.<\/p>\n
When you were at your old-aged, being silence didn’t mean that you had been a block your whole life time.
You might have thought that yesterday is the past, tomorrow is a mystery and today is the gift. You can’t change the past nor can you hold the future but you can be contented today. So why bother so much to make life so miserable?<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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