I was just browsing through all the pictures in my laptop. I’ve changed a whole lot within the past year. And then I tell myself, “Hey, my life isn’t that boring after all!” No, I have a life well-lived (by far). I’ve got onto almost every high-ride I could get my hands on, crashed one or two along the way, but got safe to where I am in the end of the day. Through all these, I’ve learn to appreciate more. I know now who my close friends are. I know pretty well that it’s no harm trying something new as long as it doesn’t hurt others. I know that much that I am my own responsibility.
Having too much of something is never good. Doing things in routine is not good. I’m not indicating that being organized or somewhat is bad, it’s just that we’re still, nevertheless, human. Robots were built to be organized, to do things in routine. Not human, simply because we have our own mind. I’m still figuring out when will my time come, to break free of all these and go travel around the world in 80 days perhaps? I’ve watched warlords and its uberly awesome. I like how it is that you’re sometimes in a situation where the right thing to do is not always going to be correct one. Defying morality because of rules, there’s a thin line between right and wrong. I love it when there’s no definite way-out for things, then we are forced to choose. The result is often, based more on personal preferences more than the fixed rules; which is relatively more interesting.
Now listening: The Automatic - Monster
