Cruel.
I remain sitting on my chair writing this post in a dark and warm room. I’m all alone and to be honest, that’s what I wanted. Sometimes I feel like the whole world’s behind me, I’m at the top and nothing else matters. Tonight, I have a strange feeling. I looked around me today and saw so many things I had never noticed before… Is Life based on any purpose? People living life with a dream they wish to reach, but whenever they reach it, does it mean it is the end? Is there another dream queueing up? Are we supposed to reach our dreams as if they were missions to be accomplished? How about those who don’t have a dream? Are they disturbing this human society? Are those without a dream the audience? I can’t believe that some people are calling them “different” or “special” because they do something of their “life”. We are all different, we are all unique. Meanwhile, we are all the same. Yes, the same… Human beings are so materialistic…
Arrrhh.. what am I saying.. I don’t seem to make any sense here.. do I?
