because we have the ability to think, we always try to understand our reasons for existence. and though sometimes we dont always get the answers we want, we find other meaningful things about ourselves along the way.

life is a series of paragraphs. it's not a very fluent story, because there are random hiccups along the way. sometimes the grammar and spelling is wrong. it is in no way perfect, because there aint any such things as editors for this book of life.

but though we blotch our pages with elementary mistakes, in this case, a book full of wrongs is more fulfilling than we ever realise.

sometimes we thumb through the previous pages and smack our foreheads in dismay. sometimes we become wistful, sometimes even laugh.

but those past chapters only serve one purpose. it is there to make us become who we are now.

but to mourn for it, or even worry unnecessarily for the future, threatens to take away the meaning that life holds for us, until we become blind to what is truly important.

to live and love. to be good.

the values that we have been taught from young should be revised everyday.

how quickly we forget sometimes.
it is very disappointing.

i think, we should put a memo in our brain. to remind us of where our priorities lie.