How many of us live just because we are born. Is living same as breathing? Am here to do what I am doing ? This question constantly rings my mind , what am I made for?
I love no one, I love them all. I am ever evolving , ever changing always trying to know my self more than what I already knew till yesterday.
I always have this conversation in my head going on 24/7. There are so many questions and then so many answers. Am I made for something I haven't realized yet or its just that what we do today is what we become tomorrow. Do not know precisely. My parents had a story. They got married , had children, brought them up , and now waiting for the children to get married and they live each day like this is how life is , but I feel its not living but spending years waiting for death.
If Death is inevitable than Life has to be a celebration. I want to know before its too late for me to understand , that Am I made for ?
