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Moral

Once upon a time there was a talented artist. He believed in god and the goodness of people. 

As time went by he started chasing materialistic goals. A house there, a fancy car, a swelling bank balance.

Little did he knew that in his pursuit to gain more and more he had forgotten his family, friends and god.

He wandered away to places far and near. One day as he was sad and lonely in a big desert he looked up at the starlit sky.

He realized that he has never gazed up since he was a child. So he looked at the stars blinking back at him from above.

He stood there wondering if the stars were telling him something. Something that he always knew - that for those who care, it doesn't matter whether he was rich or poor. They just want him to be happy and not frustrated and far.

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