Dah kizungumkuti ni vile unavyofungua chapter moja ya maisha after another na unapoelekea mmwisho wa kitabu chako cha maisha hujui what will happen after reading the last page of your book
So easy to say... tunakubali muda ukipita umepita, ila tunashangaa mbona good times na bad times zinapita kwa speed moja? kwa nini good times zisiende taratibu na bad times zisiende haraka? lol
Here is an extract of my favorite poem of all times (Le lac, Alphonse de Lamartine)
Translated: "So let us love, let us love; and the transient hour
Let's enjoy in a hurry;
Man has no harbor, time no shores;
It flows, we fade merely!"
Jealous time, can it be that these drunken moments
When love fills us with bliss to overflow
Fly from us at the same speed
As do our days of woe?