There is no Future in the
A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.
There’s Still A Lot Left.
I think that there are days when people just lose interest in everything. They lose all motivation to do anything because it feels like they have nothing to look forward to or be excited about. Everyday begins to seems so repetitive as they get caught into doing a routine and they begin to ask ourselves whats the point of trying if this is all that there is in life.
But if you think about it, there’s still a lot left for us to experience and to be excited about. In the future, a lot of us will become parents and grandparents after that. There are places in the world that we will end up visiting that we never expected and people in who are in this world right now who will one day change our lives. We will see new things invented and see that things that were once believe as impossible become possible. And one day, we will look back at times like these and laugh at how we thought life was uninteresting.
If you think about it, it’s funny that we hit a point in our lives when we believe that we finally figured everything out and there would be nothing left for us to surprise us or experience, when in reality, our journey throughout life is only just beginning.
I did not chose to be born into the family but I am. I now embrace the fact that my family responsibility is part of mine to shoulder; I don’t have to like it… I only have to do what is needed when it is needed.
I foresee how it would end before it even started, my best friend often ask me why did I even bother trying in the first place. In all actuality, I don’t have an answer for that; maybe I am just rebellious by nature…
This is how I weave my story.
You won’t regret this
Sometimes there are memories better left alone than to stir it up… reading old emails/text/pictures and a bunch of things that I should have learn to format it away rather than backing it up into 2 HDDs couldn’t be the worst idea to torture myself…
Here I am again… Too much of it since the pandora box opened up and all the grey memories resurface. Maybe I bottled it so much that once it was opened, I just no longer have any control over it.
I feel like caffeinating myself into oblivion would be a good thing, because then I might get actual work done.