#nooneisuseless

I’ve read many stories. And I’ve lived many lives. And one day I’ve realised I’m actually living ‘my’ own story, ‘my own life’. I wonder. Was it (already) written? Sometimes it seemed like the end was near, but that wasn’t the case. From this time until the unknown time, it was an endless story. And it was always fun to watch, fun to observe, fun to think. And it was always surprising. And I like the story of my life.