It was ugly, it was nothing,
he was there, sitting and wondering,
if only things would have turned out so differently,
then perhaps he won’t be, what he is today,
but then it wouldn’t have meant any difference anyway, would it?
If he has not learn anything from the yesterdays.
The Easter break is about to be over in the next few days. I’ve still got one essay and one assignment due to be finished in one week. Lately, I have been hyper-actively smiling and being happy, almost all the time. This feels weird. I’m ditching self-help guides, and spending more time to read philosophy books. I don’t understand lots of them, but I keep on doing it. Somehow it seems very pointless, wasting the time. I couldn’t care less. Let’s be happy and merry. To be successful is not uniquely defined by anyone else, I’m creating my own definitions of life and I’m preparing myself to repeatedly fail for that. Let’s do this.
"The unexamined life is not worth living" ~ Socrates