Cozy burial vault.

Why is the end so appealing?
Was there a beginning?
Why isn't the middle exciting?
Isn't it leading to the end?

Dying to live up expectations.
Dying to pursue the dreams.
Dying to make the plans work.
Dying for the future days.

Can you see the yellow bees?
Little lillies aside the meadows?
Heard the cuckoo's new song?
Seen toads hopping to puddles?

Oh.
Yes.

You haven't opened your eyes yet.

And you.
Have you closed it as they said?
Your burial vault will be sweet.
You can watch it's dead black roof.

Forever and more.

Life is totally in *control !

Once the fictional favorite Margo Roth Spiegelman said 'In this paper thin and  fragile paper towns, people burn their future to stay warm at the present.' I concur to those words as much as I believe Earth is round. Nothing is more absurd and subterfuge than thinking that time and fate will totally succumb to your plans. Maybe plans would make it less wondrous, but no way everything would end up sparkling. so living the life with its flow is golden. Most of the people reading (if any) might normally disagree with popping thoughts such as thats-not-reality, hipster-and-aimless , you'll-die-homeless , wonderful-fictional-thoughts, everyone-says-that, etc. My dears, it's the side effect when super reality juxtapose with fantasy embellished as reality.
We can make our moves for the sake of ourselves, that we should never complain again about the past too. I think it's a way people adopted when worrying about future got so profound and they couldn't put up with contemplating about past too.

The silver lining is that future is a total surprise and there are unknown considerable chances of getting lucky. So
Don't ever whine about stupid grades or silly issues or failures or about any freaking things, because even if you won the highest grade and got hit by a truck, that success is irrelevant. But when you failed in a test, but still have a life to write a retest, that's super awesome.

Everything is about perspectives. Let the life make you stronger and vibrant, because even in it darkest grooves and writhing roads, life is beautiful.

L I V E.  And L E T   L I V E.