haha its like those times of ones lives when things are normal yet complex,
and then you want to make that complex things simple and straight and understand why life plays such games?am i suppose to be playing on with it?
or can i quit?of course i cant,if i dont play then why must i live?if i play then i must have the courage to also tell my soul that come on i will win some day and one day i will solve those puzzels that life gives me frequently,and i shall succeed,
as time goes by,as seasons take turns i try to absorb all those shivers and talks,
one thing i noticed,we never grow up,we are not suppose to be called adults,
we are children,small children,big ones and then the oldest children,
but we remain as children,
our love,respect,faith,need,wants and motives are always to want want and want,
we eat like children,dream like children and even work like them,
though one must be thinking that i am mature and sober,
but no thats just the anxiety within us to prove to others that we are old enough,big enough and tough enough to be alone and independent,
but i lack to understand,why must be prove?
cant be like children which we are and stay innocent and fragile and make us realise that we are not yet tough and big that we make our own decisions and prove it,cause who proves he's right is never sure of his intensity..
