I was born, yet, I don't remember asking to be born. I don't even recall somebody taking my opinion over it. I don't know if it was possible to for me to have an opinion before existing. Regardless, Life, was given to me.
Life for me, is like a grey, concrete corporate office where one fine day, I woke up with the suit, the tie, the shoes and everything. I don't seem to recall how I got here but I am at the ground floor and there is no way out. Everyone around me seem to be running late for something. Everybody is busy. They all just need to get one floor above. Yet, nobody knows exactly why.