LIFE. Say it once, it holds a question.
LIFE LIFE. Say it twice, you're questioning yourself.
LIFE LIFE LIFE. Say it thrice, an answer without a question.

So we ask ourselves, "LIFE?" Imminent opportunities lurking around the corner. Countless of stories left untold. Numerous regrets lingering around the corners of our head. How are we really living life to the fullest? And even if we have lived it to the fullest, is it the life we've always dreamt of?

When I was 5, i thought life was about catching all of the pokemons in the world and becoming the very best.
At 15, all I wanted to do was finish high school with remarkable grades.
At 25, I'll be thinking of a stable career.
At 35, I'll be learning the ropes of becoming the perfect father/husband.
At 45, I'll be worrying about my pension.
At 55, I'll be doubting my health - physically and mentality.
At 65, I'll be thinking "Was my existence worth while?"

From the daily chores of a single mother sheltering the needs of 3 young kids, to the powerful investor cruising in his Gallardo, we all lead different lives. Were we handed the life we have now, did we forge our way through, or did we crumble from the top of our game?

We'll be too busy at the wavering thoughts our very own existence when as a matter of fact, the clock continues to tick as we ponder on. Why spend so much time thinking, and lesser time doing? Why cant we do things without considering the consequences? Why do we have to work hard while others have it on a silver platter? To our own extent, we claim to be risk takers, but does it compare to the risks that others have already conquered? And the more we question ourselves, the more we sink back into our own little fading bubble in hopes of drifting to a place with no pricks or thorns. Invulnerability is what we strive for, but perished at the glimpse of any form of alteration and modification.

The answer to all of these doubts is already stated in LIFE itself - Living In Fear Everyday.

The fear of failing. The fear of rejection. The fear of commitment. The fear of death.

It takes 9 months for life to find its way into our world, but it can disappear in an instant.

Life is like a novel being written with a bold pen on a daily basis. Filled with different chapters, different topics and different content. Everyday something new is inked down onto the empty pages of our lives. Looking into the past merely takes a few flips of the pages. May it be to learn from mistakes, or to conjure up images of what happier times used to be like - it has already been written. Cancel it out as you may, it'll only leave a bigger mark. Cover it up with correction liquid, it will never feel the same. The past has already left us, so why bother altering it? We still have a chance to decide what it is we want to write for our pages to come.

Empty words are only as good as a car with no fuel - you're not driving it anywhere.

I can easily tell someone, "GO DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE, MAKE IT WORTHWHILE." It may or may not just motivate them to do something about it, but the question is, "AM I DOING SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE?" Easier said than done, but it seems that to push someone is so much easier compared to pulling ourselves together.

I could only hope to seek comprehension within myself in this post, slowly finding my niche.


YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, SO GO FUCKING NUTS. - Suicide Silence.


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