Its kinda epic when I'm doing something called living, while I actually havent found out what the meaning of life itself. I breathe, eat, walk, sleep. I agree, hesitate, hate, disagree, love. I dont know what will happen next. Neither know who will come, stay, and leave. Or simply, when things will happen.
What'd you like to do while you're still alive?
Now, when you ask me that, an answer wont slip easily anymore. Except being my family's part, and spend my lifespan with them, I dont know.
Then, what is life?
