Honestly.. I don't know how to start a book. But i'll start as I think..

Well, life is not about the end, it's about the memories that linger in your head in those 7 minutes before you die. Yes, that's right, it's about memories. You just wouldn't want to remember in those 7 minutes how you sat at the office all Day to get a horrible salary to pay your debts and bills. I want to remember how i traveled and visited every corner, how i loved and how i was loved, how i fulfilled all my Dreams and how i did everything i wanted.

Life is about happiness, but happiness is subiective. We each see it in a different way, because we are different and unique. 2 people cannot perceive happiness in the same way. For one it can mean a corner of bread, for The other a necklace with Diamonds, for other love... And when it comes to love, even it subjective. How many people do not want love.. Too bad they do not offer.. We should learn to offer before we want anything. Something like compassion, kindness or love. And love is complicated..

Maybe I imagined my life as a child's play, that I would be happy, that I would smile ... But this false love only brought me pain. Souls .. We are souls .. Why are some people so evil? And others so good? I'm in my own glass prison .. And everyone outside comes and wonders why I'm here, who I am, why most of the time I talk alone or cry .. Others simply admire me ..., not because I'm beautiful but because I'm simple. But I'm also crazy. And in love. I loved a man, I can say nice. Physically, because when it comes to her good character, I can say that she is not as bright.