WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT
I cried. I denied. Finally, I faced my fate. I asked myself, "Why?" I could not answer me,
Some people stay. Some people go. This is so. Life is like a picture show. It begins. It blends. What happens depends on the script the writer dipped into his pen and wrote. Like a play, a picture show, the end is certain. Final fadeout. Final curtain.