A letter
To whoever is reading, I hope you're doing alright in containment. It's been a while. And it will be a while until we can shake hands without thinking twice.
What's up?
Hello. It's been long since I wrote about my musings, and the older posts seem mediocre and alien already. I'm 29 now and while the body ages, the mind is still its own sane self. And while in self-quarantine, I write again, reminiscing of what life was... and what life is.
People are a-maze-ing
Although life itself can be compared to a maze, I think life is more like a game, because you have some control in a game, but not necessarily in a maze. Additionally, mazes are built by someone for someone, and I think life is something you build by yourself for yourself.