From the day you are born, you are already beginning to die. We are all taught that true freedom is the act of investing your time in people, places, and things that you are most passionate about rather than wasting your life away in no attempt to do something remarkable. Supposedly the more you…
Theoretically, we were born to die.
I know there is a goal called death in my path, nonetheless dying is so alluring everyday.
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, I’m getting closer to the goal.
No matter how hard I’m crawling, I cannot see the goal.
It’s like white gigantic road.
But actually it’s made of mud so that I need to swim rather than walk.
It works like a mold, remaining my shape along with my passing by.
It’s not like the stuff such as footprints which only smart ass could be allowed to leave.
Suddenly the goal which is just a white wall in the mud will come and I finally could get the chance not to move anymore.
I really want to know when to know how I prolong myself.