I wake up one morning trying to figure things out. The world seems blurry around me; uncertain and bleak. I start to question why life has different meanings. The answer, so naive and plain, that life is fortified with smooth roads and harsh obstacles to make us full in our dimensions. And that what makes life worth living.
Friday, 25 June 2010
I doubt.
I won't still finish reading this book. It's just there sitting on my lap... while I doze off〓
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