I sometime think that what if my next breath is my last breath... on my deathbed how likely is it I will close my eyes and go to my final rest, thinking well thank god, I made the time to become a ... actually no, I don't want to become somebody, or copy someone else' life, I want to have my own life, a happy life, while sharing the perspective of the other...
Sunday 30 December 2012
Tiring
Woods are beautiful because they are natural, inartificial...though people are hard sometime because they have too much demands of others...
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