sometimes i wake up and feel like the whole world is playing a joke on me, enjoying every moment i trip and fall and make a fool out of myself. sometimes it's as though it's out to get me, making things as hard as possible for me. yet sometimes, i've got to admit, things are pretty good, and i feel on top of the world. unfortunately it doesn't happen all the time. i guess that's life..it see-saws between love and hate, happiness and sorrow, day and night, yin and yang..whatever.
life, is what you make it to be. it can be depressing, gloomy and grey, or full of colours and beauty. it's as though someone put life into our hands, and it's up to us to live it whichever way we want to. at times things don't turn out the way we want them to, but if everything went smoothly, what would the point be? life would never be exciting, there would be no experience to gain. it would be boring, bland, blah.
sometimes i feel that life is pointless. we are introduced to this world, we mature, and then we die. so what if we are successful? so what if we acquire great wealth? it will all but come to an end sooner or later. we pass out of this world, leaving everything behind-fame, success,money friends.. what's the point? why actually are we here? even now, the seconds are ticking by. you cannot predict what will happen in the next millisecond. you cannot make all your hopes and wishes come true with a wave of a magic wand. all we can do is wait-wait for time to pass so we can retire and our place in this world is taken over by another individual. again i ask-why? if we enter this world only to leave it in the end, why step in in the first place?
but then again, i'd give anything to be able to remain here. except my life, of course. this is a truly wonderful experience, even if i am oblivious to the reason behind all this. i thank whoever it is that gave me the chance to live, to breathe, to touch, to feel, for life is the most beautiful thing that has ever existed. if only life could go on forever and ever, and all the joy, laughter, happiness, and even the tears, hurt and sorrow would continue on a never-ending cycle. that, would be bliss.
p/s - this supposedly should be the introduction to my blog, depicted by myn wee, even before the first post had been composed.
