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Cities have spread far and wide signifying the might and zenith of human civilization. Cities have always been regarded as the hallmark of great cultures. They are the engines of growth. They bring together countless souls to a common platform creating an efficient system producing goods and services to improve the quality of life.
Ironically the cities don't have the quality of life they themselves work for. Cities though have millions living in them but are strikingly individualistic. The life in a city is about being the fastest, the sharpest and the smartest of all. It is always moving and never gives you chance to see life as it passes. Living in cities is just about doing jobs to fuel the ever growing human need and everyone is just a small nut in this big machine and before we know the life we have been living it is almost gone. Small towns do offer some hope where life is still about being happy, it’s about celebrating life with family and friends the pace is slow enough to notice the very life we are living.
Well living in cities may be addictive and great and there is no harm in individualistic outlook of life but living in small towns close to nature with lots of time for family friends and for self seems better. I love the zing and energy of great cities but its just the calmness of towns that make me fall in love with them.

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my inner world said…
very true. small towns are definitely the place where in one can live peacefully and still live with the pace of the current time.

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