Happiness is just a key away.. please God if you exist please guide me towards finding it.
Two days I was sitting around wondering and I realized that a new year really is just a continuation of the previous year before, really it’s the same year, I realized it’s safe to say that 1989 is 2012. The year isn’t really what matters it’s how we grow into life.
A life fully lived is numerically ordered by man,
but a man’s memories they are superfluous,
stored in an ocean as deep as the universe.
What then does it matter what year it is,
if every year is fluid as the a river,
that pours into the vast open sea.
Mountains that once stood as tall as the skyline,
now eroded away did not count the years,
nor will I on 2012.
Why does time go by fast?