Whenever I think about life, I feel a warm hug. Whose hug that is, I do not know. Several emotions of various colours, mostly warm, automatically paint in front of my eyes. And when I continue to wander in the other world to find out what life is, these colours turn blue. They do not seem to represent life but things that make me understand the worth of things that matter in life. People, care, love, emotions, smiles, laughter, senses, kind words, these make up life. Then there are things that can't be avoided from becoming part of the life, and these are things that bring pain and sufferings. The one who becomes indifferent to every emotion, sees the happy and the sad, the same, but that ripples to affect others' lives and intensify their emotions. I have learnt my way of living as I continue to understand life even more and figure out if it's even worth figuring out what life is about. Experience. The one thing that doesn't separate the good from the bad, nor does it define them. Things don't end and thus the conclusion can not be achieved, and who can then define something as good or bad. The wind blows and brings some thoughts along, and it affects everyone in some way. And once the wind goes away, the things stand still and we wait for yet another wind to arrive. And if only we didn't have the warm emotions to cling to, these cold winds would blow us far away.
