When life passes us by, when seasons change, when friends grow old.
When the sun rises, when the earth spins, when death takes over.
When i look in the mirror and see the child gone.
What really matters, after all?
I see smiling faces on profile pictures, happy people pose for vacation pictures, and birthday wishes.
I see friends enjoying life to the fullest, eating the best of food and dressed up in current trends.
Sometimes i can't help wishing to be like them, while they might be thinking the same of somebody else.
I see dead children, bodies and men armed with big black guns. I see crowds of protests carrying banners scribbled over. I see planes missing and planes crashed into ruins. I see flowers on deathbed and families crying in agony.
Sometimes i can't help thinking what if I'm in their shoes.
What really matters?
How do i live with one feet in the world and the other reaching for heaven? And why do the years fly by so fast and yet i want them to go by faster because i want to grow up.
I am just 24 years young, with a whole life ahead of me, but i'm already wondering,"what really matters after all?"
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