out of nothingness. to the unknown.

Have you ever feel like you're just a somebody who lives for nothing?

what is the purpose of all this?

work work work, comes back from work, sit on your comfy couch, watch tv, and sleep.

okay then, maybe some extra activities after work. but then.. is it always? it is so tight. then..

theres goes work again. its all the same. its adventure for newbies, but routine for timers.

here comes salary. and it there goes..

the bills, the rents, the utilities.. salary huh?

what is left for you in the end. you wanted so many things, like phones, bags, branded clothes, nice car. but all you can do is, just dream. just forget it.

what's the point of working for a living? is this life? are we workin all these years in order just to survive?

fine, maybe you're working in a huge company. higher salary.

paid your bills. so there goes enjoyment. but what is there to enjoy anymore when you have everything. it's routine for timers.

do whatever you want, go wherever you want, buy whatever you want.

you have everything. what else? in the long run, everything is boring don't you think?. so.. waiting for death huh? fine, travelling around the world, visit every country, state, peninsular, island. then enjoy the weather, climate, the food, culture, the people, the entertainment. Until one point, you will realize. What's left? Some have some, some have no. Some are rich because of fate, some have food but no damn plate.

to me, everything is balanced for a reason. no pain, no gain.

is there a button that can switch us off? what's the point when you're supposed to die in the end, why so long, why so soon. It's all about suffering, seeing things that always goes against your flow, the way you wanted, how you wished for it. but in the end, it's all heart breaks.

How I wish my life would be better. Everyone wants that. I don't mind working hard and enjoy the fruits in the end. Some go for shortcuts, sleeping with another person, using a person, play, and kill, the list goes on. Independence? Bullshit. Dreams? Pull someones pocket for money, if no, better luck next time. But, what we wanted is always the opposite deep inside our hearts, but we always have to give it in, in order not to hurt others.

Sacrifice, compromise.. for something you wished for, but you know what it turns out to be. Whatever it is, it all goes shattered into pieces, no use crying for. You just can't have everything. There is no such thing as pure happiness, and there are always a scar that will never fade deep inside. I am so bored and tired. We always have to fix it back, by finding things to understand and really understanding it, find things to make us happy temporarily in order to stand up and walk again. Run. Jump. Duck. Run. and the list goes on.

Maybe I realise how bloody this world is, too soon.

Or maybe I don't realise how beautiful this world is, yet.

How I wished I can just live happily at least before my last breath.