Part One: Concepts
If Life Was A Book Then, Even My Death Would Be beautiful Just like a book, life starts with a beginning. As the infant cries their eyes out for the first time after being pushed out from its mother’s womb, the journey begins as it matures. Everything that will happen shall be written on the blank white piece of paper, all of my success and glory, all of the fails and moments where I have been rock bottom in my short life. People would never know how good my book will be until it’s finished, there’d be many plot twists, many scenarios where I start to delve deep into the dark abyss of my own thoughts at random places. Sometimes it does be like that, for no good reason my thoughts just wander off somewhere at 3am in the morning when I’m going to face my finals. If there would be someone who could read minds, then I would be thei...