People come and go. Time flies. And then life moves on. But
I remain. I do. I always do. I stand and watch as the movie rolls on and on and
on. Life seems like a bitch then. I seem to just stand there and stare into
space as life rolls past me-kissing me at times, slapping me at other times.
But I stand there motionless still staring into the infinite space.
But am I as helpless as it seems? Am I really just a passive observer? Am I not to be blamed for my circumstances? Am I really just standing there watching the play, or am I in the play too? Do I have a say in its direction? I think I do. I am to be blamed for the slaps that I got. And I deserved the kisses that I got too. Life is not really a bitch. I am the bitch, who is messing up my own life.
you get what you deserve, or in wise man’’s words - you sow what you reap…thats the only way we can take responsibility of our lives