When life gets an 'aim' it becomes a 'game'. Then? Then just play the game wisely!

The grains in my hourglass screamed at me, Time is counted and is limited.

This 'one' life has two critics. The Realist and the Dreamer. The latter calls life an illusion, the former calls life a journey. The realist lives it in one, but the dreamer lives it in many.

How do you vent your anger? Give a dent on your enemy's cheeks? Or give a bent to those good memories? Or ferment all good memories with bad ones? Or just keep a smile and say that you are okay? Me : the last one

Blowing off birthday candles each year won't make you mature.