Family. Who is family and why do we consider them family? Is it because we share the same parents or is it because life brought us to them? So many questions, so many ideas that are not catered for. But at the end of the day, we find it easier to conclude that life happens.
Life happens. That is the excuse we are always exposed to when things don't go right, but what if everything is okay, do we still say that life happens, or do we find a way to glorify the occurrences that are beyond our control?
Do we stay and sing choruses even though we know that at some point in time the happiness will have to come to an end? Do we live life or do we worry about a future we have no control of? What exactly do we do when life apparently happens, but in the opposite way?
