Every person you meet carries a version of you that no longer exists. To some, you're a memory. To others, a lesson. And to a few, a regret. The question is Which one will you become tomorrow?
We the most intelligent species on Earth, still we destroy the very planet that gives us breath. If that isn't the definition of insanity, what is? Or this is just a crazy feelings?
You don't browse the internet; the internet browses you. Every scroll, every click, every second of your attention is currency. & you? You're the product being sold.
