Everyday this questions comes to my mind. It is not that I think a lot, but thoughts just happen to me. What is life? No word, sentence, paragraph or book can describe it, I am sure. But tit-bits of thoughts might ? I had read a quote somewhere, it sounded so true - "Life is what happens to you, while you are busy making other plans". Someone met with an accident, someone got cancer, a dear one died prematurely , and so on... Life happens to us, while we are busy making other plans. Sometimes, all of a sudden you feel , whether the decisions you took, all of them, were terribly wrong.
... coz Believing is Experiencing !