错过于失去的分别在于曾经拥有。

I've been here in my mind 10 times, 20 times, and every time I made the same decision, to go back the way I came. But now that there's no more turning back...

When the bad habit of running away from your fears meet the bad habit of procrastination, life simply gets harder.

Comfort zone is a very important thing in everyone's life. Regardless of whatever we do, we are often most comfortable in there. Someone once quoted that we as humans, are just like ships. When we're in our comfort zone, we are akin to ships docked at the port, definitely safe and sound, but not what the ship was initially built for. To conquer the stormy seas are the purpose of ships, for its passengers can never do it on their own. Similarly, in each and every one of our lives, we are not meant to stay within that little piece of space we love to snuggle it, but rather go out and get bashed by the stormy seas of life. How hard it is, however, to survive them? How much, does our fears hold us back? I guess its different for everyone. I often like to think of this in terms of singing. When we're in our comfortable range, hitting that series of notes seem simple. And the only difficulty is adding emotions into seemingly simple notes. However, when the song challengers us to go into a series of notes beyond our comfort range, how do we handle it? Do we try recklessly, risk running out of breath and going totally out of tune? Or do we attempt to take a step by step approach to slowly build up our range so that we can one day hit it comfortably? Or the one that I feel most people take, which is to just lower the key of the whole song? In life is there time to build up our experience so that we can enter past uncomfortable situations comfortably? Or are we supposed to recklessly get bashed and hope we learn the lesson so that it won't happen in the future? Probably just run away. They say it doesn't solve the problem. And I agree. But not facing it is often better, even if its only in the short term...

One of life's toughest assignments, is the pretense of knowledge, or lack thereof. Sometimes we know, yet life needs us to pretend we do not know. Other times we are oblivion to it, yet required to put up a fictional understanding of it. More than just purely knowledge, it applies to many things in our daily life. Maybe you really want to care, want to know, want to help. Yet you need to pretend you not know, not care, not sympathetic. Life's little lessons, hard to learn, and I often wonder if someone like me, who always need an idea of the correct answer in order to tackle the tough question, will be able to master it.

I too, wish that I can believe. But I can't. I simply don't believe. Not in humans, not in teams, not in the supernatural. Perhaps my lack of faith is my greatest weakness in life. How I wish I could change that too.

People often like to share stories of great people. Great men and women that had displayed exceptional behavior, intelligence or moral values. They are, most of the time, meant to be inspiring, so we, as average human beings, would be inspired to do well, or just better. Somehow I often feel depressed when seeing them. How amazing they seem to be able to go through life and come out ahead. Media seems to convey to us that each and every one of us has something special, that perhaps we've yet to discover. But they, just like us, not know where or how to find it. Greatness? Born with it, or discovered from within? I guess I'll never know. And I'll never seem to fail to remind myself how, irregardless of how great people may be, I'm still just the simple average me. To be better than me is no longer to be me, yet it is the me I would aspire to be.