Came back from sheemin's house, went to her house to do homework. ><> Labels: Think about it please.
I went home alone, walking alone in the night street. People really can become emotional when they were alone. It's a great opportunity to have a night walk, alone or with someone you treat as soulmate, provided it's safe enough. Seriously, i felt that i'm around eighty in my heart. I am so old.
I always think a lot, so much that my brain was almost going to burst because of over-exhausted. No wonder i sleep well, my brain will grab every opportunity to rest. Every second when i stop talking, i will think, or just stare at the blank. The current theme of my thoughts were future. I like to imagine things getting all mess up or think of the negative first before the positive.
I have already come up with a plan for my future, until the day when i die, and a lot of alternatives.
But who will wish that their life was like a routine? A life just to abide to the plan you have constructed. Who will i meet in the future? Who will hold on to me when i was about to fall? If we already knew all this, then whats the purpose of living? Am i going to pursue my dreams? Or am i going to submit to the reality which you can't live without money and fame? Maybe i could pursue my dreams after i had earned enough money, but can i live till then?
People are so contradicting. I hope this world will never become one which prophets had foresee to be, but it will mean that, i'll need to work hard and continue to be so stress about my future. Sometimes, if there were really a world end then it might be good as well, so we can just put down everything and rest well, forever.
That ten minutes journey from her house to mine, i really thought of damn lot of things. Well, maybe we should really think that we're fortunate enough. What if we were born during the war time? We will have no & low life, who will still care about getting a stupid certificate if they can't even confirm that they will live till the next moment. Or if we were born in less developed countries with no clean water or crimes like girls being sold as prostitudes at age of eight or nine. Who will have the energy or make the effort to think when they were being tortured? Is this a miracle? Which brought us to this situation that we thought we're the worst, we need to think about our uncertain future, no willing to be less capable than others.
Signing Off;
My brain is crying for help!
