Life is short. The second you born you are welcomed into this world but at the same time, behind all the welcome and joy we often forget that time is ticking and that your life can be taken away. Whether it gets taken away quickly or slowly it will get taken away eventually.
How do people judge another person's life? Happy? Or sad? Rich? Or poor? Surrounded by people or alone? Behind every lonely person is a story, and behind every popular person could be smiles and laughter but also an upsetting story that is disguised by the surrounded "happiness".
Life is precious. There is no doubt in that fact. Our lives belong not only to ourselves but also to our parents who fought to bring us to this world. Their hard work, patience and fear is proven.
But what happens when you are down? This world is getting shadier in my eyes, and it is true. I am lonely. I have a set of good friends and a good family and a precious relationship, I am not struggling to live a normal life yet I feel lonely.
I had tried so hard to fight for something I believe yet people think I am insane or just mouthy for standing up To my beliefs. I feel lonely. I try not to be. I learn new things and take up new ideas and use my time to discover and learn what there is to learn - about life. But I am also struggling to let the "Wing" which is deep down inside me to understand that life isn't actually lonely but it is because I am waiting I be found.
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