we have no control, none at all.Whatever becomes the moment when one first knew about death?There must have been one, a moment,in childhood, when it first occured to you that you do not go on forever.

we must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, before we know there are words, out we came, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there is only one direction and time is the only measure.

the bottom line is, wad everyone is doing now is only passing for time while waiting for their tme to end. isn't it better then to be happy while trying to pass time than being angry or feeling sad? So every single day, no matter how many people make me angry or how stress am i with life, i will try my best to look very hard for that one small thing which can make me smile. this will keep me happy for a day!