Is life like the clouds in the sky?

Laying down on a green field looking at the horizon from above him, clouds strided across the sky, passing him at different speeds. "Does that mean anything?" He wondered.
The clouds reminded him of thoughts like dream bubbles, floating pass his mind. Fast paced yet sometimes slow.

The clear blue sky was like his mind. The white clouds seemed to represent one's hopes and dreams. Far and out reached. The only way to achieve them is to stretch out to the maximum and hold on to it tightly. If one did not reach out in time, it will just float pass. " Was this happening during the past 19 days of my new life? Seeing my dream, hope and wants slip away in front of my eyes?"

He pondered, staring at a dark cloud that was soon appearing from the side of his eyes, covering streams of sunlight, taking over like a piece of black cloth. Darkness was approaching.

These dark clouds seemed to be thoughts of one's inner most desires. Greed. Love. Revenge. Sexual. Something that would be wrong if the mind acted it out. He was guilty of such clouds floating through that vast sky in his head. "Is it right to be thinking of such stuff?"

Life. That was it. Something he could only control to a certain limit. There was a world above him that he knew he will not understand. Fated would be the word to use. A chinese saying was once told to him : Before you were born on this very earth, it is already known when you will leave this world. Is life already pre-destined? Just like the clouds in the sky? Will our thoughts be there because it was a "written" rule?

His eyes closed....