---- the last time i had actually taken a leap is considered to be one of my downfalls; the last time that i actually tried being unusual in their point of view was the first time i had completely felt good of being so normal. At certain point in life when I practically did what i thought would make me happy was technically the period of confusion,of evident contrasts, of melancholy.
---- permanence is merely an illusion -- such as no one can permanently be considered happy nor be considered permanently sad. Even love does not stay permanently and liking is really more of temporariness.
---- perfection has only been a borrowed word from no where, just an add-on for vocabulary, for no one has the right to claim such since the true essence of it continues to be unknown--unfathomable,indecipherable.
---- known to the impossibility of nirvana, of life's perfection, justifies complaints, as one cannot get thing easily, rises the high probability of disappointments, of attempts to make things work but to no avail, ergo, giving up.
---- on the verge of giving up,and with the the help of a moving theme song playing in the background, drama follows.the part where one can be so vulnerable, that default desperation and hopelessness would make one think of the desire to end everything, when everything would sometime includes the very reason of living.
---- living is about surviving, of catching breath after a sprint, of sneezing after smelling the fragrance of the flower, of dreaming that you are dreaming while you are asleep, of enjoying the spontaneity of laughter that would eventually bring tears, of choosing love regardless of multiple death as it often makes a heart stops to beat.
---- With love,one feels normal, of being mortal,of being alive.Glad I jumped. :)
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