What is a life lived and seen through only your two eyes, and the created thoughts in your mind?
You’ve never seen a sky so bright, you never heard a sound so beautiful. We’ve never heard or seen a thing beautiful without first it being qualified to be so. We aren’t beings living our own existence, we’re beings being told our existence. Would you ride or die, live for your instincts and experience grandeur of a beautiful life waiting for you just beyond your door step, or die with only a glass half full.
Everyone wants a answer, yet no one is willing to open their own very eyes to find that the question is the very thing that is wrong and that an answer doesn’t exist where eyes go to find.