I want to write a book. A book about life. But it will be a difficult book to write. Because life is so big and huge and enormous to pen down into words.
I have this bad habit, of thinking about life more than actually living it. And perhaps inadvertently, I have missed out on a lot of things in life. Because, think about it, the only way to truly understand life is to live it.
Mind the gap, between what you think is reality and what reality is.