I always say that, REGRET is meant for coward.. regret is only after u've made a decision that u thought it was right on something.. n too bad, i can only say that i am a real time coward...
but sometimes, something is out of our control.. just like how we were born, how we were raised, how we were built, how our chromosomes combined and how we became alive as a life....
we cant choose our reporting to this world, we cant choose who to be our siblings, we didnt know who were our parents.. we just didnt have choice..
in this case, m i still a coward? Am I?
but does God really exist? if He/She does, why isit that they wanna create human, and destroy them in a slit of second? Can they really hear what I've told them? Can they really help in anything? can? why? and why?
(i m not offending any religions n dn feel offended in any case. thnx)
I used to hear from some books, saying God, creates obstacles to make us stronger. u need water, He/She will prepare a well for u, if u r hungry, He/She will let u know that u must fish to eat d fish, and he/she will not give u d fish... but have u ever think that, this is just how human perceive it? this is just a way u say to make urself feel better in d unhappy life, isnt it? perhaps God thinks it some other way? who knows? I think i am strong enough.. and i need some rest, if it is like how d books say, can i please, have abit of rest somewhere and relax with a cup of coffee or sweet tea? can i? m i allowed for that?
but peeps, always remember, we have d decision to get d next generation a beautiful future.. we can make d world beautiful by just contributing a lil... it is YOU and ME that make d changes happen..
happiness is not hard, but having some idiots that i care very much rolling around my life, it makes my life bitter.. but well, i have no guts to die, not anymore.. therefore i can only choose to live.. live in this kinda whatever life... and continue to hunt for a better fren, perhaps a fren that could even treat me better than those ppl whose we flowing d same blood...
