This life.
This world.
This year.
This month.
This week,
This day.
It's too much,
By too much, I mean this -
We're supposed to live until the time comes and when the time comes is when none of us have any knowledge of. Till that day, all of us wish to live to the fullest, with different meanings, interpretations and ways on what 'the fullest' means.
It doesn't matter.
We are all entitled to live the way we want to live. A gift of a brain. A gift to think. A gift of choice. To each, a gift.
What matters is the question of how do i live to my level of fullest.
How do I decide on the path of my life that leads to the fullest when the road keeps changing here and there. The more I walk, the more it change,
How do I know how to act, talk, eat, sing, choose, paint, write, to the fullest.
Will it be meaningful enough if i decide to just do anything with hope that it'll lead me to a life of glory?
Hanging thoughts, let's keep it here.
