grow young

as i cross another day in my life and take one more step towards my grave, i cant help but think if iam what i want myself to be. its a drain all the time. everyday. every step. i believe that from the time we are born it is but a continuous march towards death. for me it is but a stop in between. an anecdote in a long story of which no one knows the begining nor the end. so start walking my friend. more briskly than ever. alongwith every human being. after all everyone is walking in the same direction. but some slow and some fast. but the destination remains the same.