By : Tsanaya Aracelyna putri
What’s the definition of life?
It must be a lot of different definitions.
Not only the definitions but also the way people live their lives, right?
Once people said “life is a book”
Well, I don’t say they’re wrong or right
But I kinda agreed with that, because you know, you write “your own story” in life with the way you choose or simply, just decide what are you gonna eat today?
But if life is a book, then your know-how is the ending of the story, what are you going to write down for the book for the ending?
But what if the author doesn’t know what she gonna choose for the genre of her book?
What if the author doesn’t know what she wanted to write in her book?
What if she had no idea what will happen next and the future?
You know when life is a book, you can write and make it better like you always wanted in life, but the fact life doesn’t work that way
Maybe if the sentence “life is a book” is correct in 100 percent, I’m sure every author will choose the better for their life, they can write what they wanted and they get that.
And maybe every author in this world will write the story with a minimum conflict, I guess
It’s not about who’s gonna read the book or what
It’s just more complex than that.
Once people said “It’s okay not to force yourself”
Again, I kinda agree with that. I think they just love their self too much. And that’s good
But what if, there’s a girl or the person who doesn’t force herself but keeps trying to get what she wanted but never gets that things? Is the girl have to force herself to get what she wanted? To fulfill what she needs?
I guess that’s just too hard to answer.
You know, sometimes I just wanna know how the universe works for life?
How does the universe work for my life? The author of my story
What did I want and what was my life for?
I’ve never known what my life is for? What do I chase for life?
I do have a dream and I just feel that’s right for me but I think it’s just doesn’t fit in me
Do I know myself?
Do I know what can I do for fits the world? For fits with things, I wanted so bad?
Sometimes I guess I’m too late to know myself.
