Life is what it is

We all have our own ways of seeing life. Some see it as a game. some say life is beautiful. And some say life sucks. But the fact is, life is what it is. Just draw yourself outside your body, and look at your own life. What do you feel? Do you feel the sorrows and pain that you had before leaving your body? Do you feel the excitements, pleasures, and joys? Are you bogged down by your never-ending problems? How does your life appear to you now?

Well, I guess, that is what life is. Life is, what it is. It is only when we sit inside a compartment, and surround ourselves with this concept of "I", that we begin to view it differently. If our experiences are good, then life is beautiful. Else, it sucks. Isn't it? Don't we judge life based on our experiences? Are we not being blinded? What then is life? Life is life.

By the way, Fubu left today. He seemed to be very attached to all his belongings, left back a very few things. Poor guy, just managed to find some kutti place in the cab. Of course, he gave me a cupped* mouse, a mic (don't know if it works), and Gilette shaving cream (I rarely shave). Thanks Fubu :)