Sometimes I picture life as this big, massive manor with a lot of different rooms in it.
Arranged in different sections, as specified by their functions, with various kinds of designs.
Why a manor?
I analogize the choices we make as doors, the consequences of our actions as the rooms.
Our life -- basically consists of exits and entrances.
It's always either we make our way in or we search for the way out.
The rooms are just projections of our doings -- what's in the room is out of our hands.
Even though, of course it depends on our action, but the outcome is unruly.
We always look up to something, when it passes, we find another one.
It's this never ending cycle that keeps us alive.