look to the stars
When your young the days go soo fast... You dont want the day to end, and when you wake up your exited to see what the new day will bring you. Everything is new and exiting.
When you grow older the days takes too long... You want to end the day sooner, and you wake up dreading the daily punishment and crap you have to be forced to endure. You learn too much, nothing is new or exiting.
When your about to die you are happy with the days you have... You want to live each day to the fullest, when you wake up your just glad you infact woke up. Nothing is new but your exited with the old.
When your dead you have no grasp on the days... You want to go back and try your days again, you go to sleep but you dont wake up. Everything for you is nothing.
When your happy, you dont think about this.
When you grow older the days takes too long... You want to end the day sooner, and you wake up dreading the daily punishment and crap you have to be forced to endure. You learn too much, nothing is new or exiting.
When your about to die you are happy with the days you have... You want to live each day to the fullest, when you wake up your just glad you infact woke up. Nothing is new but your exited with the old.
When your dead you have no grasp on the days... You want to go back and try your days again, you go to sleep but you dont wake up. Everything for you is nothing.
When your happy, you dont think about this.