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Alexa, Please play Chapter 3 – Motions of the Earth from Geography(Class 6)!

Revolution -The word comes from Latin, and is related to the word “revolutio” which means to turn around. From Oxford, Merium Webster Dictionary to the dictionary covered in dust on our study table holds, which we no longer touch teach us that revolution simply means "change." When it comes to the historical lessons, revolution talks about the greatest change in history covered in blood, sweat, experiments, discoveries etc. Geographical revolution celebrates the tango earth on its exit. If you are not familiar with the tango, it's just a dance without any errors as they say. 

In simple words, changing seasons, oceanic currents and jet streams will be affected because of Earth's revolution around the sun. 
We intend to forget the basics, we will fall into liquor for forgetful, laziness, desires and claim the revolution as something achieved because of our hardships. We claim to be the most intelligent creatures ever. But, we are sheeps

But that changes after the first half week, the promises we made for ourselves ( good diet chart, helping others, completing 24 books this year and the list is endless) breaks. We break our promises and fall into the cycle of boredom. This is my story, maybe someone will relate with theirs too. 

The date keeps changing everyday, the sun, moon, planets and all the celestial bodies keep working for what they were created. Except, the mankind - it promises a lie to itself. We all. We all make plans to run away from the tightening in our chest and the productivity for a day for mere fun. We will drown ourselves in liquors and cake like we gallantly won a big step in our lives except for when truly we have to celebrate. 

When should we celebrate ourselves then?
The day we laugh for real, the day we spread a smile, the day someone ate because we gifted them secret charity, the day we didn't cry to sleep, the day we didn't hurt a soul. That's when we must celebrate. 🌻✨

“…Anyone who is grateful does so to the profit of his own soul…” (31:12)

In other words, being grateful for your life will benefit and purify your soul. And that must be the goal for next moment because each moment counts without the format of new date, day, or year.

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