"Carpe Diem! Seize the day, boys. Make your life extraordinary."

Ever imagined how it would be if you could stop running like you always have, throughout your life? Cold feet dragging along, your soul is sagging, and yet you keep moving in compulsion like a lifeless entity whilst being alive, somehow.

Your bones are brittle, way beyond the point of elasticity, yet you keep soothing it... One patch over another, till the patches start to haunt your existence.

What is living? Why is living deciphered as 'hard'? Maybe, the sailors would know as they cross by the never-ending seas, someday drifting deep into the earth.

You're running so fast that you feel your feet coalesce with the immense mist. There's a lump down your throat, but you cannot gulp. Suddenly,You open your eyes.

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. "

Just suddenly...

You stop running.