Counting Down on Life.
When I was a little kid , I used to think that I were special ,
and my presence in life is significant.
Many kids believe that they are going to be super heroes who saved the earth.
Then they grew up and learn that they can’t even do their own math papers.
When I turn 22 , I stop believing that I am special.
Ever since , waking up every morning is like counting down to death.
I keep on counting and waiting, watching my days pass by .
And another day goes by , and another ,
And life goes on as it is.
Empty and Sad.
Until one day I get tired and counting and decided that I should do things ,
just so that time will pass by faster.
Maybe I can do something interesting while waiting.
Maybe I can go and make the waiting place a little better.
So I start to learn to enjoy myself while counting down.
Everything in life is just an illusion . Things that we do while waiting and counting down.
The only truth in life , sadly , is death.
And only when we realize that, we could learn to treasure our only real possession : the continuation of a psychological state.
OUR SOUL.
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