Clutching
"Taking life for granted", this phrase alone...perhaps suggesting that we're wasting our lives, playing around with life and not actually making the most of it.
Question is...how do you make the most of it?
Life itself is best represented perhaps probably by the physical appearance of a 'book', but the pages inside, which we will refer, personalities, qualities, and so on., would make up a life of a person. Everyone has a part to play in this world, ranging from cleaners, teachers, militarymen, students, and etcetera...,all makes up what you would say a society which makes up part of the world. Teachers impart knowledge to students, and politicians help manage a country entrusted by their citizens, the list goes on. While students are partying, someone out in the world, probably people are risking their lives, to whatever their cause might be. Or perhaps, when everyone is living in peace, somewhere dread or fear may be spreading.
Therefore, plainly to speak, everyone has a part to play in this world, nevertheless, we aren't the only ones in this world.
"Love" itself is a tempting emotion, it blurs a person's thinking and from there it spirals out of control. It also may seen as a sensitive topic to certain groups of people, consisting of boy-boy relationships, and etcetera. "Love" also has its' other faces, for me, right now "love" is given to all that I can give. I would like to give it all my best to protect those close to me. Because one's life could be just like a fleeting dream, one might never know, in a blink of a second perhaps someone close may fade to existence.
Looking back, I really wonder what the child of me, would have think of 'me' right now. Would it be in awe? proud? disappointed? Probably if I do manage to chance upon, the child of me again, I would really want to embrace the child.
Question is...how do you make the most of it?
Life itself is best represented perhaps probably by the physical appearance of a 'book', but the pages inside, which we will refer, personalities, qualities, and so on., would make up a life of a person. Everyone has a part to play in this world, ranging from cleaners, teachers, militarymen, students, and etcetera...,all makes up what you would say a society which makes up part of the world. Teachers impart knowledge to students, and politicians help manage a country entrusted by their citizens, the list goes on. While students are partying, someone out in the world, probably people are risking their lives, to whatever their cause might be. Or perhaps, when everyone is living in peace, somewhere dread or fear may be spreading.
Therefore, plainly to speak, everyone has a part to play in this world, nevertheless, we aren't the only ones in this world.
"Love" itself is a tempting emotion, it blurs a person's thinking and from there it spirals out of control. It also may seen as a sensitive topic to certain groups of people, consisting of boy-boy relationships, and etcetera. "Love" also has its' other faces, for me, right now "love" is given to all that I can give. I would like to give it all my best to protect those close to me. Because one's life could be just like a fleeting dream, one might never know, in a blink of a second perhaps someone close may fade to existence.
Looking back, I really wonder what the child of me, would have think of 'me' right now. Would it be in awe? proud? disappointed? Probably if I do manage to chance upon, the child of me again, I would really want to embrace the child.