I know to myself that my life is just borrowed, I know that time will stop ticking for me. Just like you were having a good night sleep and dreaming like you can do things that is beyond impossible but then suddenly the clock alarmed to wake you up from the world you made, the world you think it exist but wasn't. It alarmed to give you a boundary about the things you will and you can't, about the things which is possible or impossible.
That how life can put you back in reality that we are all destined in one and destined in the same destiny. No matter what kind of map you'll use or directions you'll take to have a wanderful and adventurous path as you take your journey.
People's lives are just a borrowed puppet that played by their own heart and mind, a thinking which one you'll listen or follow.
As for me no matter how I changed, listen and follow my dreams I stuck into this. My fate is this, my mission is to conquer the physical pain everyday that flies into years.
I may not be able to made it for a long period of time at least I tried, I tried to live a happy life.
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