No matter how far I fly away, away from the traces of yesterday, still every once in a while I am reminded of my mortality. Life is a not a race and though individuals may compete amongst themselves but if we not cease by and reminisce the wounds of yesteryear we cannot hope for heavenly showers to fall down. Running away from facts can today yield something better but the habit of admitting to it will always break the foundation. No matter how hard the present it, face it, fight it and reason the worth of it.
Life was never a race. All you have to do is savor each flavor from the book of sentiments and apply it somewhere witty.
Life a life worth living. Give it a reasonable meaning.
insanets 