Life is like a thousand words, maybe more, maybe less; maybe soft, maybe loud, complex or simple, it depends on what we’ve chosen it to be.
Life is a strange thing, a precious thing which all too often we do not value.
Life is an interesting gift that has no concrete form, it just is.
Life is something we are given to do with as we choose, to exploit or use wisely.
Life is like a stepping stone between here and there, between earth and never-ending-ness.
Life is transitory, like a visitor, it comes and goes.
We all have a life.
What are you doing with yours?