“Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.”
life. People come and go.
” What is life? I would say, life is like a bus ride. You can’t control the way things go, because you’re not the bus driver, you’re not the one navigating the way. Sometimes the journey seems like a long way to nowhere, sometimes the journey takes on the similar route you go through everyday. But with every ride, you meet different people. Some would just glance past you, some take a look but never stepped forward, some stay for a while, some stay longer, some avoid you.. At the end of the day, you get down the bus. You say your good-byes to the ones whom entertained you while you were on that bus ride, you glance past those whom you didn’t even spoke to. And some people who’ll get down with you may be on a similar route back home with you, or some people will be going via another route.”
People don’t stay, for eternity. There’ll be a time when one has to leave, there’ll be a time where you’re to be alone. And it’s not up to you to choose. You can choose to navigate how you want life to be, but there is never “ guarantee”.
Such is life. We spend half our lifetime looking for something, or someone to complete us, but some die incomplete.
So should one just be independent? I may have some bit in my blood, but truth be told, sometimes I feel empty too.
I fret not, because I believe I’m not the only one.
I do not wish to die “incomplete”.
I’m still searching for that missing piece.
What is it like to be “complete” ?