ever wondered when life truly begins? when you start on regretting on things you have done, or havent done. or when you starts being happy over something you have or havent done. thats when u'll realise life has truly begun. well, i have an assumption about life. when you feel your life is like a car with wings, that takes you above ground level, and when you start to dislocate from the grounds of the earth. thats why life has really begun. when you have a sudden thought of being on the verge of death, you begin to realize the missing pieces in your life. you begin to regret over things you have done, from killing an ant, to being someone against the wish of your loved ones. you grieve over the simplest things you have done without realizing you shouldnt have when you were still alive and kicking. picture yourself about to commit suicide, that will be the very moment these flashbacks appear, right from the happy times all the way to the saddening moments. life, it aint easy to really figure out the right path, but everytime you try, you're gonna be a step closer to what you're really looking for. though you never seem to carve out the finishing line, you'll tend to just turn back, and look upon the footsteps you have made. if you're contented with the steps, you'll begin to think the worthwhile of it. if you're not, you tend to regret on not making the proper footsteps and thinking the road's gonna be a long way ahead. picturing yourself before your soul leaves the body, what have you done right, or rather what have you done wrong?


life has indeed given me chances to grab before holding your hands, but would you be my life?