STOP EXISTING AND START LIVING
STOP EXISTING AND START LIVING.. At the back of his home under the big old tree with branches and bright green leaves growing from its twig creating a shade like an umbrella sat the veteran, with the cool breeze, peaceful scent of the air and falling dry brown leaves arranged like cards on the floor, his chair placed strategically where he could watch the ships sailing afar off, he brought out a shiny metallic blue box, opened it, took out a stick from the arranged cigar, lit it with a lighter, then closed his shiny blue box and gently he placed the brown stick in between his lips, with his head placed backward on the wooden chair, his sharp blues eyes closed and his silverish grey hair swaying with the wind he dragged in his breath inhaling the cigar and puffed out his thoughts.. .... I like to be free, I don't know what that is, I question my thoughts and analyze my intentions. Quietly whispered the old veteran My life has not been the picture of life it h...