lifeaboutalexa

They say we leave this world just the way we came into it.
Naked and alone.
So if we do leave with nothing, what, then is the mesaure of a life?
Is it defined by the people we choos to love?
Or is life simply measured by our accomplishments?
And what if we fail?
Or never truly loved?
What then?
Can we measure up?

Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting..drive us mad