Life is like a maze with limited ways and paths all with one particular ending. Death. The sad truth is we’re all going. You know passing. Some people end life early taking wrong paths or simply just giving up, getting sick of waiting for the light that may or may not come and making their own pathway out of the maze.
And then there are others who end life “successfully” dealing with the dead ends, turning around and trying again (never giving up) they end up finding their own way out. I guess that’s to live. To love life and endure it’s dead ends.
In a way it’s pretty vague; life’s short but it’s mentality is long.