As I get older, the days become shorter and the list of the things you want to do gets longer. People’s patience towards me becomes limited while I try my best to be the opposite. Then I woke up one day and wondered if this continuous cycle called life would ever have meaning. Would it all be worth anything in the end? Do we sleep to wake up or do we wake up so we can sleep? Maybe everything in this post is just pointless, or maybe there are some truths that it can be useful. Do we live for the moment or do we take a moment to live? So many questions, so little time.