Life is rules. Your own, or others’, no matter where they come from. And living by those rules. Moment by moment. Breath by breath. As time passes by.
Life is compromise. In anything and everything that comes your way. It’s the grey mix of realities rather than the black and white of dreams.
Life is happiness, and dreams. And belief in realization of those dreams. And to see them cut short by the very reality with which you meant to wave the tapestry of life
Life is a journey. Sometimes you walk by yourself, sometimes among a crowd. But every time you stop and look around, you are always alone. Frightened, you quickly look ahead and once again start walking.
Life is surprise. So unexpectedly sweet that it takes your breath away. So emotionally painful that it sucks your heart right out of your chest. And life carries on, until that last, expected surprise, and the end of dreams.
Life is love. The one that is strong but has to be sacrificed. The one that slips away. The one that you have but cannot appreciate. The one that you want but cannot have. The one that you see from far away. The one that leaves you, and there is no one left to whom you can complain.