you know, sometimes, what's good for you, isn't. i've taken to art classes recently, and have been facing really strong objections. parents and all. they say it isn't practical. they say it's a distant dream. they say it's a phase that i'll grow out of. they say this art thing is just something gone wrong. why not get a good job by studying hard? like a lawyer, or businessman? i've thought about this before too. i could excel in studies, get a phD, and get a high paying job that i hate. start a family and live off my fortune. f*ck that. sod it all. this petty little misconception of a seemingly perfect future etches itself in our minds ever so frequently. but, with all that money, living a life you hate, would that make you truly happy?

we know we're all destined for greatness. or somehow we think we know.

but how often do we realise that greatness itself does not come from living the day as it is. but instead greatness does not just find you. a life which you probably will hate is not a life worth living.

you know, i had an interesting conversation with my brother a few weeks ago.

"eh kor, i like my life now."

"huh?"

"like after school, always go out with friends, laughing and all. i love it"

"know what? i'd hate to live like that."

seriously. not that i hate friends or anything, but in my mind, the perfect life i would live would be secluded from everything else. imagine endless green fields and lying there all day just thinking about life. god, that is what i need right now. i wanna lie on a sunset beach with nothing but the waves serenading me while i drift off into an endless paradise. then i will roam free. people often tell us to persue happiness. but who on earth can truly say "i've lived a happy life"?

not that i'm complaining. but lamenting would seem to be a more ideal replacement.

but then, back to normal life, cross country is tomorrow.

i mean, honestly,

who gives a fck?

yea. sod life and all its wonders.

long live life my ass.

lifesodding goes on.