"I am a lonely painter. I live in a box of paints."
26.1.04
Humbling thought of the day: We don't live forever. We will die someday and we don't know when that day is. How am I living my life and what/who am I living it for? Will I be happy with my life if I died in my sleep tonight?
How does one define a person? By the things they do? The clothes they wear? The people they hang out with? Who their family is? Where they went to school? What religion they are? What race they are? The thoughts in their head? The feelings in their heart? Or maybe not at all...
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