He is Always Watching
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Ongoing10m
Last published Sat, Aug 10, 2019
Life (noun)
- Life exists at many levels.
-Life is also a process through which energy and materials are transformed; but so is non-life.
- life is only a story, so it can act only through matter.
And many more meaning of what is life really is?
But what is life really is?
Why does it so unfair? I always asked myself what is life. What is my purpose? Why should I've exist in this fucking world? Why does life always sucks? And its sucks coz there's no answer on that fucking question. Although there many philosopher who give meaning about life. But still you don't have any idea what is life really is? And its sucks. Right?
It feels like, you need to talk to 5 years old boy and an 86 years man to understand life.
But i know at the end of the day, there is another chance to change your life.
~geyly-ace <3
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