Sometimes I feel like I am actively searching for something and being positive;
sometimes I just leave all the things aside, pretending nothing happened, and let the time passing like flying.
Always, I realize there is something I don't have, my deficiencies.
Always, the time I reach my goal, so does the passion fades away.
I got confused. Why I cannot even know myself? What's wrong with me? Why I cannot be consistent.
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Long to be home for the past few months. By this time, I am not sure I really want to go back home, or this is just a way to pacify my unease heart.
Is there really a so called home? or all of my anticipation simply comes from and distorts by my naive imagination.
Is there really a life goal? or we are simply an biological individuals, waiting for the day to decease. Ha... I kinda like this idea.
The more I know about the world, the stupider I feel I am. Why everything can get so complicate and there's no simple way out? Well, it's a good time to confess that you're a idiot. Good Idea. Good night... Good morning
