
I’m always thinking about life and what it truly means to live. It’s the most precious commodity any of us posses. Life is the beginning and the ending of everything. I continuously ask myself, what’s the best way to treasure this life and all that it encompasses? It’s a question that requires a life-long pursuit.
Random yet not so random musings.

Philosophizing
A life perfected
necessitates imperfection.
For perfection idealized by man
only exists in a vacuum of moments,
each of them isolated by our flaws.