Life is a journey but ever very unique.
Walking along the way we know the way.
Walking along the way we guess the distance.
And while walking we have an idea of the destination.
We grow up with a name given by others.
In the efforts to establish the name we discover the purpose.
At the fruitful expedition we decode the true meaning of life.
And we love to die leaving behind the name built with a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a journey of life... beautiful poem!