Wondering in a cold, foggy morning
Hi dears.
Here's not any sun, and it's a bit cold, although I'm inside my bed thinking and wondering, something I defenetly shouldn't do for so long time.
But, I can't stop myself from thinking.
Why are we alive?
I mean, you reader, are alive like me or you're different some ways?
When I was just a little girl [no, not the song Que sera sera xD] I couldn't understand if people thought like me, talked like me, were alive like me.
Sincerly I thought that they were just alive only when they were with me.
[A little egoistic, or not? *_*]
But actually it's what I really thought about life.
And I can't understand why we have to live this horrible life if someday we're gonna die.
Why we've got to quicken our lives and do all they say to us?
I don't want to see my life skipped under my eyes. I don't want to pass my High School and then decide which university to go without stopping me and really asking me what I really want to do with my life.
I mean, after university there's your work, you've got to make a family, you've got to think about the future.
I don't want to.
I want to splash into the wild to discover my real sense of life.