What makes a life?

Sometime, I wonder what makes a life? a compliment? an award?

Isn't a simple life a happy life?

People tend to forget about the key root of their happiness when they have reached a higher stage. They start to pursue more. They aim more than they can afford. At this moment, they are prone to neglect the beloved ones. They don't remember when is the last time they talk to their love ones. They don't remember if their children have grown taller. Sometime, they might ask the wife : " how old is ah boy this year?" It is so ironic that they can always remember the Nobel prize winners but they don't realize how much their parents miss them back in hometown.

What really makes a life for these people? Fame? Do they sometime recall their very first passion towards whatever they are doing now?

Life is not virtually a hill. When would you reach the peak? The choices are yours. Try to look back at time and you will find that you have missed some beautiful scenery along the way. Not everyone deserves a second chance for everything they have missed...