musing...

again... sometimes.. when the clouds clear, it's surprising the sun has risen again. And thus the next day and the next day. The day when you were most happiest, the day where you were most upset. The day before you were born, the day after you died. Where it just does it's job everyday. I circle, a cycle of it's own no matter what happens. When you die, you are just dead. If you live, you can at least change something in this world. Because things are just like that, it seems easier to carry on. Live, do something, change something, follow what you think is right. This is the simplest rule of life. Simplest rule of my life. For a person afraid of death, hell, a coward. When things get too much, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to go return to your self after going berserk, don't forget to live to see what happens in the world, don't forget to change something meaningful even if it is a little thing. Don't forget that you are you, even though it seems hard. Don't forget, this is real. This is life. you are alive. real.