7 years to come back to this spot.
7 years to write something only for myself.
7 years to somewhere acknowledge that everything is just an illusion.
Actually, that is 7 plus years to understand that.

We are so caught up in the ways of how we are taught to live.
What we watch and experience in our growing years.
We think it is the way to live.
To feel whole and accepted.
To feel worthy of the live we are living.

And we live unhappily for so many years.
Thinking that this is what life is all about.
Giving up on your dreams and exisiting.
Adjusting, accomodating and exisiting.

How much is enough?
When do you actually start appreciating the life that you have and LIVE for that LIFE you've been blessed with?

I want to say NOW.
But somehow, that now never comes.
Unless you stop putting it off for tomorrow.