So, basically...


I should have waited, but I didn't. I hated it. I hated being in a slow pace. I wanted it always being perfect, flawless, without any exceptions from everything yet nothing stayed with us forever. Everything went expired, over and over again, just like the milk that we always kept in the refrigerator until we forgot that the milk would be expired that even though we had been preserving it so well unlike honey.

To be frank, life had been treating me well and fair, yep I am happy, for now - then for the next day, as usual I don't have a thought if tomorrow's going to be sunny as today. I have no power of expectation since it will be killing me, eventually.