This evening finds me here, listening to a new song: Engel – One good thing. I love it and it will be stuck to my head forever.
…lost my sleep
thinking of life s meaning
i need to move out from my old home. I spent 13 years here and i feel that my life fits in a small box
All your life you see boxes. Even when we die, we end up in a box …so is it a box?
Weird life, funny life. Life.
People live and die in 13 years.
Maybe life s meaning is 42 – as Douglas Adams said.
So what is the common thing between these 2 numbers?
Carpe diem, people.
Goodnight