Someone at some point said that death is more universal than life: everyone dies but not everyone lives. In a retrospective analytic second I can see that it is. Life is too short and I mean years. The life, true life is short, a few minutes, sometimes a few seconds.
What is life?
life are not many times you breathe, life are the moments that take your breath away. Is to live life to the fullest, in a unique, fulfilling dreams, breaking boundaries, making the impossible, causing envy.
Sometimes all you need in life is to break the barriers imposed by oneself, committing what others consider crazy, but whatever it takes to draw a future nice, pleasant, with that dream. Life is a series of uncertainties linked by a thread called time. Nobody can or will tell how long the thread this is part of the same perplexity of life.
What is life?
Life is a blank book in which one must write enough stories for when you're in the middle of the book you feel proud to read what has been written. That by placing the end point people are impressed because his book is not and never will be as good as yours.
Life is letting go, believing in what you do because the only way success is achieved. Life is to have faith that sometimes the decision craziest and less logical is the best. In the end, the sole judge of the decisions is you. Nobody said life is easy, has always been difficult. Learning to walk, talk, read and then write. The first day of school, first kiss, the first time. It is always difficult, the difficulty level is determined by one.
Life is a journey, we are just bystanders, paratroopers and astronauts. It is our decision to choose the way in which we cross, because life is not to see the obstacles and fears, but at the end of the journey can say: Damn, that tour!
What is life?
life are not many times you breathe, life are the moments that take your breath away. Is to live life to the fullest, in a unique, fulfilling dreams, breaking boundaries, making the impossible, causing envy.
Sometimes all you need in life is to break the barriers imposed by oneself, committing what others consider crazy, but whatever it takes to draw a future nice, pleasant, with that dream. Life is a series of uncertainties linked by a thread called time. Nobody can or will tell how long the thread this is part of the same perplexity of life.
What is life?
Life is a blank book in which one must write enough stories for when you're in the middle of the book you feel proud to read what has been written. That by placing the end point people are impressed because his book is not and never will be as good as yours.
Life is letting go, believing in what you do because the only way success is achieved. Life is to have faith that sometimes the decision craziest and less logical is the best. In the end, the sole judge of the decisions is you. Nobody said life is easy, has always been difficult. Learning to walk, talk, read and then write. The first day of school, first kiss, the first time. It is always difficult, the difficulty level is determined by one.
Life is a journey, we are just bystanders, paratroopers and astronauts. It is our decision to choose the way in which we cross, because life is not to see the obstacles and fears, but at the end of the journey can say: Damn, that tour!
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