Yours truly...
Happiness isn't something you can define or explain. It is something filled up with so many imperfections and that is who I am, happy.

Sadness lies within me, pain and grief dried in my bones and there was this giggle that's unshakable, no matter the situation.

I could think all day about my future. Everyone is different, so different but at the same time we act as if we're similar in thoughts and mind but we differ in so many ways.

How wonderful life is in the discovery of yourself and who you think you are made to be for God or yourself.

Sometimes things don't make sense and maybe they may never. The concept of life isn't ever clear so why stress?

Smile, cry, laugh, frown if you so desire, it's your choice everything is a choice and it's also a choice to subject yourself to misery and depression.

A reason to live, a reason to suffer, that one thing you still have hope for despite all odds but we fail to think if one day that passion dies in a wink, what will you do?

Like a lifeless body will you wither away or will you find a new idea to invest in?

All this worrying and thinking, I can't deal with this so the only logical thing I can do is let my life play like a movie written by the creator all additions can be ratified and certified by yours truly...