Sometimes I think about life.
Life is beautiful.
Life is ugly.
Life is kind.
Life is cruel.
Life gives.
Life takes.
Life is so much yet so little, why don't I appreciate everyday?
Why do I appreciate everyday?
Do we truly understand life?
Is life what happens when I don't pay attention?
Or what happens when I do?
Maybe it's just everything in between.
Maybe it's nothing all.
