Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How do you measure life in a year and the life of a person?
In daylight, in midlights, in cups of coffee? In laughter or in strife?
In true friends we made or fames in our life?
In truths that we learned or in times when we cried?
In fortunes we earned or the time when we die?
I read an article last week about this american who chose to become a monk to seek true enlightenment and to help others. He was a havard graduate. He has found a meaning in life.
Honestly, when I asked myself the question above.. I couldn't find an answer and that frightens me. How about you?
About Me
- Name is sengtoh
- Just another being who answered the calling to the world of blogging.
4 comments:
wasn't exactly afraid of the question coz i've been too used to not having an answer for it. think about it.... i'm coming to 35 liao...
Geez.. it's not like i keep asking myself wat's the meaning of life.. I'll go crazy at that rate.
But when i do, it frightens me..
I don't think it matter how you measure life as long as you know you did the things you wanted to, but then again other people worry, i try to not to think of it (... much).
woh who is honeydollrosemary? lol
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