For me it has different meanings at my different phases of life.
When I was eight, life means keeping everyone around you.
When I was twelve, life means doing whatever your parents ask you to do.
When I was fourteen, life means resisting whatever your parents ask you to do.
When I was fifteen, life means doing things you don't dare to do.
When I was seventeen, life means winning everything.
When I was twenty, life is a maze.
I am 21, still 21. What does it mean to me?
It is a battle for me.
And I am heading to 22, yet still in the midst of finding what life means to me.
Game? Competition? Show?
Nope.
A journey? Maybe, a journey.
A journey of keep searching the meaning of life.
A journey of keep losing yourself and finding yourself back.
A journey of keep hating yourself and loving yourself.
A journey of keep leaving apart and getting along.
A journey of keep discovering your new self and yearning your old self.
A journey of keep meeting new people and losing old people.
A journey of keep trying and giving up.
But why journey?
After March maybe?
And after June again maybe?
Maybe I'll be able to explain that time. Maybe.
Am I saying maybe too much?
Maybe.
Will be back.
Not too soon, maybe?
Happy 2017 by the way.
I was really, really looking forward to 2017.
Loves,
Aly.
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| Life is a journey of having different backgrounds for PowerPoint slides at different years of uni. |
