I am not old enough to talk about "life". I haven't seen a percent of what it is. Me talking about life is like someone talking about the universe, without having a clue of its vastness but just an idea of its beauty. In whatever small period of my life till date, I have lost and found love. I have dreamed and let the dream break. I have got whatever I wanted and still felt empty. But in all those years, I thought, I knew what I wanted. That was what kept me driving. Every setback, every failure, I accepted it. I had to. And the life didn't stop. At those times people around me advised me to move on. To let go. And I did. But then again, did I?
These are things you have no control over. You don't move on, but you still walk, looking back once in a while. You don't control life. Life controls you.
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