And in the end it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
(Abraham Lincoln)
It's the life in your years.
(Abraham Lincoln)
When i read this quote, i was thinking. What kind of life I've been living?
If it's about serious life, chasing my dream and follow my heart, yes.. i already did. But where's happiness? Why i always feel empty and somehow i feel lonely in this crowded world around. What's missing?
I have my own life, my own room, my own money, boyfriend, etc. But why i feel uncompleted?
Looks like i miss a part of me. Runaway in a world without limit, where's no pain, sorrow, hurt and tears.
And in the end of my life.. how is my life will be counted, if i have no such a life to be count?
If it's about serious life, chasing my dream and follow my heart, yes.. i already did. But where's happiness? Why i always feel empty and somehow i feel lonely in this crowded world around. What's missing?
I have my own life, my own room, my own money, boyfriend, etc. But why i feel uncompleted?
Looks like i miss a part of me. Runaway in a world without limit, where's no pain, sorrow, hurt and tears.
And in the end of my life.. how is my life will be counted, if i have no such a life to be count?
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