human

Human are like a book! The more you read it, the more you think you know about... However, you'll never be able to comprehend what the author really means...

Maybe because sometimes the author himself even doesn't know what he actually wants from his witting...

Bitter!

illusion

After all, reality is just an illusion that men ever create. NOThing is real, everything changes that makes the real become unreal in a blinking eye. The right at this moment might turn out to be wrong in another time, in sudden and in unexpected way.

People changing? unmasked? or simply because we've never known the real THEM? we follow a shadow of the past even with confusion about its existence. We live in imagination, live with the one we're assuming, not the one they really are! so, after all, will we be happy?

NO

... and then, facing reality, we fall... heavily… badly…

... once again, memory is the only thing that may comfort us! It gives us faith, strength, and another illusion... to fall again... That's the matter of memory!

relationship

[Relationship is the main source of pleasure and pain]

Too many people say that seeking for love is one of their life goals. It is true that everybody need to love and to be loved; that seems to be core need of human. But the question here is what does it mean by “seeking for”? How can we seek for something while we don’t know what the hell it looks like? Some might say that they have a soul mate model… but does it work? Will you love someone because they look exactly the way in your imagination?

Lame!

man

[Mankind is the most mysterious and lonesome creature God’s ever made]

Human’s soul is always a secret! We see it, feel it though we’re never able to touch and no one can answer exactly how it is. Sometimes we believe that we know it well; suddenly everything turns out to be wrong without any reason… People are scared of revealing too much and letting the others see what’s inside as man will start to get bored soon once he knows something thoroughly. Then again, we close heart and… feel exhausted by the thought that nobody could understand us.

Life is actually only a straight line, but we do make it complicated! What’s the point of trying to comprehend someone while they don’t want to open even a piece of soul? It’s so ridiculous to demand things that you’re also not willing to give.

City life

“City life is millions of people being lonesome together”
_Henry David Thoreau_

The more evolutional human beings are, the farther we drift away from each other. Is that the nature of evolution or because we are doing contrary to what God really wants?

Living in the centre of city with high population density, where distance between man and man is only a soft touch, but it is way too aloof. People keep pursuing their own goals without caring of other surroundings; and then when everything’s definitely in our hands, looking back, how lonely we are, nobody’s left to share, even the happiness. Does life mean to separate us from each other or because we are drowning ourselves in the solitude we unintentionally create?

We know well the so-called fame and fortune are vanities. We all get bored with stories of their troubles, yet we continue to rush into. Is that stubborn or silly? Perhaps we’re all being haunted by to unsecured feeling of no money. However, what does “poor” exactly mean? Poor of what is more important and money is never the only factors of happiness. We understand nature of vanities, but do not get enough courage to get rid of. Little by little, we blame the evolution, prosperity and try to blind ourselves that it is worthy to lose other things, and forget the core of existence is truly lying in our soul...

Life purpose

What is the purpose of our existence?
"You'll never live if you are looking for the meaning of life”
_Albert Camus_

Being a human, we might think about this question at least once in life. Is there really necessary to find a purpose and try to control everything according to plans; or just enjoy life as it is? If someone ever says that they’ve already found the purpose of their existence, I’m going to laugh at them. Why do we have to tie ourselves in those limitations? What happens if we finish that purpose? Are we going to die like a mayfly that exists to remain its specie? Or are we going to find another reason to keep living? So why do people have to hurt each other to gain something that they’re unsure and then start over.

Well, life is to enjoy the present. What we are trying to do is finally just aimed to serve our interests. A man who finds working is his motto would soon end in solitude and realize that there’s not much time left.

Is that true? Or this seems to be a lame excuse for my laid-back lifestyle, no wonder what tomorrow looks like, let everything slip away, sit around and contemplate the world. I’m paralyzed. I know...