It's funny how reading someone else's story can be far more interesting than living your life. How dreadful, isn't it? Living your life dreaming of someone else's because yours is like a mobile phone that lost its own power cord and now just waiting for it to shutdown completely.  Maybe that is how life works, you'll exist until you'll run out of spark and eventually power down. Like any other devices that has already accumulated their life and are now useless and worthless. Got tossed aside the corner and forgotten.