Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Remember When We Were Angels

When I grow old, if I live long enough to reach that stage, I'd love to read this and reflect back again. Back to the past, back to the times when I was growing up, back to happy times and back to this very moment that Im writing. (P/S: smile and forget your worries old man.)

Why do we hurt the very people that we care a lot about? Love and existence taken for granted. And we simply can't get enough satisfaction off each other's strengths. Not able to look beyond our weaknesses and just say this is good enough. Why do we always want and expect and think we deserve more? Are all these discussions and arguments relevant? In the end, everything will be immaterial, we're all going to pass.

Perhaps Im being naive and ignorant of reality and the truth. But the truth is, Im just afraid. Scared that I won't be able to live life to the fullest and regret it. All of us wants perfection. Perfection comes in full circle. And we decide how big the circle is.

Tomorrow, mum leaves for France yet again. She's going for her getaway. If her happiness lies there, then I'll be happy for her. As always I want her to be. As selfish as it seems, she deserves it nonetheless. As so does all of us. But feels like it is so far away and yet it's just a stone throw away.

Remember when we were angels? - Not a care in the world...

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