What is this thing called life? Is it being alive, breathing and kicking? Is going through the things that might stop others from going? Is it making others happy to be happy?
What is it exactly?
Often in during the days that we journeyed through, when things does not go the way we intended it to, we or much often others would say to ourself "That's life..." with differring connotations and facial expressions. So we are back to the question what is life?
Sighhhh...I think its better for me to go to bed and sleep.