Translated…
Life is, closely linked with the digits, take that day I’d gone to the hospitals: I was at the fifth clinic, number thirty, and because it was slightly drizzling, I’d taken Route 235, arrived before seven o’clock. Waited for about ten minutes, and only took five minutes in the doctor’s office. Paid $150 N.T. for the registration fees at the counters, and the number on my medicine slip was 4563. After I’d gotten my meds, because the rain had stopped, I’d, decided, to walk home, and it took me, fifteen minutes.
Every day, we lived in numbers, and, there’s still, just that digit, that we have absolutely NO controls over, no matter how much we’re bugged by it—the number of years we will have in life.
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I can score a perfect one hundred on my exams, make sure I go for a thirty-minute exercise routine every single day, but, I can decide, how long I will be living.
Later on, I’d thought, if I can’t control life, then, I’d used “one” as my unit of measurement, living one day at a time, to its fullest potential.
This, is realizing that we’re not in control of life at all, and, after we’d realized this, we’re able to, be freer, and live our days, to the fullest we possibly can, because none of us can know beforehand, how much time we will be given in life, all we can do, is to make sure that we lived each and every day the best we possibly can.
not my photo still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 