Lalalalala

So things are how they are.

After so much turbulence and so much rocky waves, we always arrive where we set off from.
For the cycle of life always has to be completed, for every death a birth.

So if it's all the same in the end, why do we even bother trying to make a difference in this vast, cruel world. How many of us will be able to make a lasting impression, a remaining memory? How many of us will just fade into nothingness, and die without anyone knowing?

Many say 'it's not the end that counts, it's the process'.

What's the point of enjoying the process? After all, what follows will bound to be death and dire. Ashes and dust.

p.s - Snow people! I'm sorry for kinda neglecting the story! Procrasination is my greatest weakness. I will try to focus back my attention on it!