Everyone is entitled to at least 120 years on Earth, but some sign out earlier than that.

Death makes life sad.

The Sun shines everyday but it never complains about fatigue.

If you take me to a mental institution, I will pass all the tests.

The last time I bought myself a beer was after France lost the 2006 FIFA World Cup Final to Italy. I wanted to forget about it and probably did for only three hours but woke up to reality again.

Do I need to go for mental checkup, really? Sounds like the Devil following us behind.

People tell me I look depressed; I bet everyday am fighting it.

Like temptation, depression comes and goes; you have to manually override it.

I always reply messages even from strangers, but feel a pinch of animosity when people see but do not reply mine.

When I was young, I wanted to become a footballer like Romario, but school canes ruined my dreams. I guess Messi has fulfilled them for me.