These pavement people seem to possess a certain charm in their lives. The other day I was strolling down the road next to my writing-cum-teaching room. An aged man was sitting at the end of the pavement. A bag lay next to him. And curled around his bag was a street dog. But wonder of wonders, he was singing at the top of his voice. He had no care of the world. His voice rang true as a lark. He was singing the full-throated song in Bengali. I stopped short at the edge of the pavement and bought a cup of tea from the vendor to be the pavement singer's audience. Some pedestrians threw him a glance. But I was the audience who was enjoying. The artist didn’t look at the audience but remained submerged in his art.
This is what I'm trying to say. Enjoy what you do, and do it with passion as this pavement singer did. Forget everything around you. It's your life. Give it the best. Live it the best way. And this can only happen when you love yourself. Because it is only then you can love others.