How do you know that you are holding on to the right thing? What if one day, you wake up realizing that it was a mistake? Time cannot be rewind. Actions cannot be undone. Or what if, you barely have anything you can hold on to? Its like wandering around the universe, not knowing your own purpose. 

Am I a pessimist or a realist? How do you draw line between both of it. Grey zone never exist. It has been black and white ever since. And you cannot have both. 

Explaining has never been easy, especially when you are jaded. Writing has never been possible, especially when you end up portraying something that was never on the picture. 

Perception, are variable. Which one are real? Or does real one even exist? Inception, are always the hardest part. Because it is going to be journey and what if you decided not to participate in it in the middle of the road. It lead you to something that is unknown, and that scares me.

How do you find purpose to continue living? Does it come to you naturally or you have to be the one looking for it? One way or another, I need it now. 

This is one hell of a ride and I definitely need a reason. 

Heaven and hell, I need more of it.

Or is it time to let go and let God? I need a sign.

How do you know that you are holding on to the right thing? What if one day, you wake up realizing that it was a mistake? Time cannot be rewind. Actions cannot be undone. Or what if, you barely have anything you can hold on to? Its like wandering around the universe, not knowing your own purpose. 

Am I a pessimist or a realist? How do you draw line between both of it. Grey zone never exist. It has been black and white ever since. And you cannot have both. 

Explaining has never been easy, especially when you are jaded. Writing has never been possible, especially when you end up portraying something that was never on the picture. 

Perception, are variable. Which one are real? Or does real one even exist? Inception, are always the hardest part. Because it is going to be journey and what if you decided not to participate in it in the middle of the road. It lead you to something that is unknown, and that scares me.

How do you find purpose to continue living? Does it come to you naturally or you have to be the one looking for it? One way or another, I need it now. 

This is one hell of a ride and I definitely need a reason. 

Heaven and hell, I need more of it.

Or is it time to let go and let God? I need a sign.