Circle of life

February 23, 2015

The circle of life

Means

Repetition

Habit

And a never ending of both of the two

Every day

Becomes the same

Our comfort zone often remains limited

So stuck we become

In the interiors of this thing called life

And we forget it's importance

And we start to expect that we will always always have tomorrow

But tomorrow is never promised

All we have is today

And we need to start making our life worth more

Than just a circle

-m.c.-

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