Someday or the other, in life; your seat is going to be empty. People may occupy it for quite a time, but understand this, they will have to leave. Some might sit longer with you, while the others only for a brief interval. You might keep a handkerchief to save the seat for someone, but they would probably never arrive. The seat will have varying occupants. The seat is an epitome of mutibility, with only you being the constant.
And on days, the seat will be vacant. You would want somebody to fill the void, to occupy all this space. On those days, you don’t wait for anybody, you simply stretch your legs longs and fill the entire seat. Give yourself that privilege, that comfort.
For the seat might be empty, but the soul isn’t.
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