The core of humanity is embroidered on the verisimilitude of her insatiability.
Routinely hooked on life's spice "variety"
to thrive. We are whores of our accomplishments. Things we swore that if accomplished, maybe death can own us, but death hardly jokes. We are slaves of our desires, we are oblivious of the totality of our being. We are question marks that never see full-stops. With this element of insatiability lies our weakness and yet our strength. We can't figure it all out, our lives. We can have a strong stance on our lives, but then, life gives us gifts and we'll never be truly satisfied, but we can try.
Don't take life too seriously, you'll never make it out alive...
So live, and touch lives.
