to be young

It's as if my person is assumed. Life keeps moving, life keeps escalating. And soon I will reach the skies alone.

But see, that's an over-simplification. Mere plastic labels to explain complexities. Ambitious. Selfish. Competitive. Karma. There is no depth in such analysis. It does not take into account how souls mature like wine, and how faith and religion invisibly draws a straight unwavering line to follow. To come back to after you side-track. If you side-track. There are always echoes which balance the echoes in my head. And most importantly, it doesn't take into account that nobody can fight alone. And that I realise that.