[Farming Life + Rambling Thoughts + Life Experience + Aliens + A Healthy Lifestyle + A Boring Book That Wants to Become a Hit]
If life had a script, would you still be willing to follow the familiar plot, walking down a road whose end you can see from the start? Among the countless strangers who brush past one another, among the lights that flicker on one by one at night, I look at myself passing by all of this and wonder: am I taking part in their lives, or just passing through someone else's entire world?
