Once upon a time, there was a dream called “evening”, where all ideas were welcome, were everybody was welcome, were diversity was lived.
Nevertheless, these people got jealous of other people’s success; they embraced the idea of seeing them down, they stop listening to what was best and started listening and viewing was it was convenient for them.
They became machines forgetting they were dealing with people, and that people had feelings, and no matter how strong that person was, they still felt sad about their hurting words and actions.
They all started to focus their minds to under-minded thoughts, and every positive thinking about how to improve and started pushing out the last of the humans.
It is now all machines looking for their own satisfaction, focusing on what it be well seen, not on what it will set roots for the future.
What will ever happen to “evening” when all humans are gone and all that is left are nothing but cold and dead machines? Where will “evening” go?
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