Friday 28 October 2011

More than the journey, sometimes it's the destination that matters.

What if everything was to stop right now? what if it was the end?
I would ask myself how meaningful my life had been? whether the ride had been worthwhile?
Did I really make a difference? Did I choose the right path? How large was I ever be able to think?
I might had had the right intentions but they did not always result in right actions...
Death is certain. The time of death is uncertain.
Isn't it all I have to reflect upon?
Did I live up to my own expectations?

Douze petites minutes

Quatre rues séparent ma maison de C hez Ram où trois pains maison chauds chauds  m'attendent tous les matins. Cinq minutes à pieds pour ...