Sometimes in life, when life seems confusing and every step you were about to take was crucial and you thought your head was abundant with loads of problems, you feel like you want to run to someone’s arm and threw those things out.
And that someone [not anyone!] would hear to your problems and despairs, and God only knows that they would really listen. She/He may not come with solutions to your problems but they might give you suggestion and estimation of things that might happen as consequences of every action you took.
That special-perfect-person would really be your shoulder to cry on, a fort of strength for you and full of joke supplies just to make you smile. Aaah… I was dreaming of a person that doesn’t exist, a too ideal person. Life is not ideal, it is indeed full of imperfectness that somehow make this life beautiful, ideal and perfect ;p [and of course to show us that God is the only perfect one]
Anyway, I shouldn't be this confuse and sad. Like one friend said, I should enjoy living life and not to think about it too much. From now on, I should be happy! Infact, I still have you, my blog, as a place to lean on… :)
