As the time for departure comes around, I look past the window just to see the airplane land on the strip. Only one thing came to my mind as I collected my belongings, that there is or never will be ample amount of time in one’s life. The circle of life is simply vast and death is just a next chapter in one’s story. The torments of life seem to last longer than the days of happiness. That’s how everything has been designed.
through my lens 