The beauty of the human soul.

I saw one of the wealtiest families in my town die in a horrible traffic accident. It was an awful scene.
All four bodies, dismembered were taken by the traffic officers along with a forensic team.
Later, I arrived home and I could not help but to think that how in a blink of an eye, their lives had been snatched away.
Rumor had it, that the family hardly spoke to anyone, unless they were of the same social class.
Made me think again for a second that we all die; we all leave everything behind. That moneyand all its meriments are not everything.
Good lucks....well they fade into time,but that that which is true, remains forever, and long after we are gone.
I rather feed my soul with goodness than live a life,where am empty.
That is the beauty of the human soul.