Life. a plot-twist.

Heroes win. Villains die.

Leaves of your story just move forward despite how clingy or rude it can be. It’s neither you nor I, who has got the mere potential to decide what our own life should be. It’s all about something invisible making the path for that possessiveness to be a great lie.

Even without living a good quarter of my life, I have roller coasters of strange yet consistent notions about life inside my little brain. Unlike elderly thoughts, age doesn’t matter when it comes to drawing the absolute picture of life.

Isn’t it a fact that we don’t try to understand ourselves even until our death? Most people rely on tight emotions and feelings throughout their lifespan though they have no space for personal understanding.

The reason is not an unbound secret at all. Simply, we don’t let our souls accept it.

Well, it’s a practised system of living according to someone else’s will. Aren’t we trying to live a life full of lies and pretend just to be truthful at this stage of comedy?

Sometimes, you tend to console or hurt others while being totally the opposite of your character. Isn't this life a mystery? A sickening point to pull your brains out...

~my views on life seem to be vivid. what're your opinions on life?

until next time,

vinnie_writes