Photo Phriday #17 Cacophony called Life

If life was to be a musical instrument, it would have to be that harmonica. Why? Well, for one, you need air to play it. Get it? Whitout breathing, no life…without breath no playing of that harmonica. Second, if you know when to suck in the air and when to exhale, it can sound quite decent…get it again? If you don’t know HOW to breathe, in life you are dead. No, for real, if you don’t know how to play the game of life, namely inhaling and exhaling, you die. So now that I’ve made that clear, here’s the best thing about my utterly stupid, inspid and terribly superfluous comparison: It’s over now. And if you don’t start breathing again, your life is over too. Damn, I really am a genius.