Because we care, so many things are able to hurt us.
But if we dont, how do we know if we ever lived?

I hate questioning myself just what the heck am I doing.

If I were a car, id be one driving aimlessly on a straight road with occasional detours

I've strayed and guided back not becos I want to, but becos I need to.

I can't afford to disappoint, and I don't like to.

My wishes always include good health and happiness for everyone but net something I really want. So badly that I would wish for it year and years to be.

It's always the unknown and the uncertainty that terrifies me.

And it's always back to this that I'm forced to think, to justify and to subject myself to the judgmental stares of people around.

Black and white isn't distinct. It may be for some matters but definitely no everything.

I see shades of grey.
But why do some people have the ability to deem others as what they are not.

There, it goes with choices. There is always a choice because free will is what we are granted with.

Who can say for sure a choice is the right one or the wrong one?

What is right and what is wrong? What is the truth and what are lies?
Truth is all but words that can be as easily changed to be a lie.
If truth is seen, then why do people doubt their eyes and believe in something they couldn't see?

Truth may be felt, but how do share what is felt with another?

Only you yourself know if it's the right choice or not. If you made the wrong choice, then that is regret.

I dont regret because I don't ever would view my choices as the wrong one becos I learn.


"I can see from the spark in your eyes, you believe in all the things you deny. You wanna fly and leave your worries behind. "
Extraordinary - Lucy Hale