I saw him again in his usual shirt and pants. He was big, clumsy and hobbling. His feet were very swollen; in fact, all parts of him were. Picture this; a bloated cadaver lying on a metal table. That would be him if he were motionless.
He was carrying two bags, containing nothing but packets of junk food. Subconsciously, I bit my lips and shook my head and concluded that this man in front of me was wasting his life away. It was an almost impossible feat not to judge him.
The meaning and the purpose of your life is how you make it out to be. Our life here on earth is only temporary, my question is, why choose to squander?