Sometimes I wonder how we define life.
What is your purpose breathing the air until finally one day HE pulls the plug?
What is more important and what’s not?
Irony is that why the not so important part of our life often occupy a larger percentage compare to what we see it as important?
Or is the not so important ones are the key to make us have more space in life for the important ones, but then it takes time? Then how long more we would know when to stop and tell ourselves that we will focus a lot more on the important things in life.