Life...
An attractor around which everything revolves.
You. Me. We. Center of the Universe. Point of emotions, experience, conflicts. Achievements?
Subject. Subjectively. Subjectivity. You decide for yourself how you want to spend it. A friend to her dilapidated, musty entrance? No. Life. Fill it with light and happiness. Fill it with what you like. There is no way without sadness, bad things too, but become stronger. Fill the chest of beauty with beauty, then the memory will be eternal. At your place. I have. We have.
Life...