Entry # 5: Here's a little something I found in my archive files. I remember writing this in an early morning of my off days. No title. What if.. Llife is not the life we're living today, and the world is just a reflection of yesterday, it might be shaping what's in it for us in the coming days. What if.. Life was larger than what we think, sometime somewhere we heard the echos of a different life in a blink, yet we chose to ignore because it's like quicksand; too easy to sink. What if.. Life is just a book with too many blank pages, we chose to be calm in one and in the other we're outrageous, yet we elevate and move through all stages. What if.. Life is just a tree with too many leaves, with each falling leaf it weeps and grieves.