The Last Day
Pondering: Sitting at home on a lonely night. Thinking about the past, and how I wasted my life and am still wasting it. I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I feel the same old cliché: we never know what we have or what's important until it's completely gone and there's no way to get it back. Usually, we look for happiness in the wrong places as we misunderstand what's causing us trouble. Deceiving ourselves with the hope of happiness, thinking that "thing" we want will make everything fine. But I guess there's no perfect day, no perfect moment that will be. You won't be happy when you bang that girl or have that new outfit. It's just another way to keep yourself busy and escape from boredom. Time needs to pass somehow, so we need to do something - anything. Reflecting: I was looking at the photo where I'm with my father. I thought about how I never had the chance to know him. I mean, what were his fears? What ...
