Aesopian x

This journey is not made out of days. It is not made out of monotonous routine, constant grouses and occasional happiness. This journey is not meant for us to merely cruise along the waters, taking in the sights, but never getting out to swim in the cold waters or to walk the cobbled streets on foot. This journey is not made out of days as if there were millions of them strung together, as if one less won’t be any less significant. Each day, each living moment is a journey. It is not a journey to death; for every moment we live, a little of us start to die too. Death is not a destination, it is a process. It is a startling realization that we are dying as we are living, that we are burning at both ends. We have absolutely no idea how tall is our candle. We have no idea how many hundreds of days we have the luxury of having. So why not start learning to be unbridled and free, why not be as kind, as genuine, as happy as can be.