“Life is short”, she says,
“Life is fun”, He says,
“Life is a rollercoaster ride” They say.
What’s life exactly?
Why does it feel like I’ve been hovering on an infinite loop for a thousand years,
Indeed! A thousand years of not discovering who I really am.
So filled with emptiness and bland inside.
All others see, is a blooming; colourful flower’s petal,
But I’m just another tame; dull one in some garden.
I always wonder when a magical spark will ignite in me.
When my outsides eventually matches my insides,
When I start to see the beauty of this life and feel its fierce passion,
That time when I finally know ‘who I am’.
But until that very moment in time,
I’m left with the pondering question…
When will my life begin?