by Deana
I wonder if we knew how many years we would do anything differently...A thought provoking write. |
I really like your style, short but packed with emotion that the reader brings onto themselves. This piece really leaves the reader asking, "What am I doing with my life?" because it reminds you that life doesn't last forever and once you're gone, that's it. Excellent piece full of meaning and a message. 5/5 |
Hm, you're an interesting writer. I've read through a few of your pieces -- but none have really grasped me until this one. It's one of the shortest "life" pieces I've read, but it does squeeze more queries than most, because you use time, and time was invented by man. Some say life is measured by the number of memories you have -- and how many of those moments take your breath away. While reading this, I feel like that measurement is hidden underneath these invented words. I liked it -- there's so much meaning, and it goes so deep in just five lines. |
What a interesting write. I was wondering the whole time where you were going with this. Unique write with a definate message. Great job, 5/5. |
Idea is good but I think better wording could have been used. |
by Spirit
As long as the time spent during those years is time spent in happiness then the amount of those years should not matter. But when we find out that our time is almsot up, that's when we think to ourselves. Was it worth while. |