Hannah
After finishing all the food we ordered, the four of us hurried out of the cafe and got into the car. I sat back down next to Chris. As the car went away, I saw Chris lean back in his seat and close his eyes. I heard him exhale loudly.
He must have been tired of his life, his marriage, and all the routine activities he did every day. If you look deeper, all of us are like robots programmed to do the same things every day. Without realizing it, half of our lives have passed, and it turns out that we have lived lives with very little color or without color at all.
Doesn’t that mean we are wasting our lives? But life doesn’t give us a choice. Unconsciously, we continue doing the same activities every day without being able to rebel.
I once wanted to rebel and question the essence o
