a Life's Story

When I was at lowest point of my life, I'd like to think that everything is unfair. I'd like to think that fate cannot be changed. I'd like to think that I'm going to be in despair forever. How stupid. Wasn't I the one who said that no matter how unlucky my life is, there will always be someone who is worse than me but are still smiling? That the term unlucky is only for the pessimist. That the fact of whether how much luck we have depended on how we get through everything in life. True, I had my share of bad days. True, I've lost things along my life. True, some of them are because of myself. Only to find out that I can enjoy the next normal day because I had my share of bad days. Only to find out that in order to gain some, I have to lose some. Only to learn that making mistakes is how I make myself better. What are you afraid of? You think that the problems you've seen are something you can't handle? Why do you think you can't han

Anything, and everything that you have in life can be taken away. In an instant. In just a blink of an eye. What is it that you get by backstabbing your friend? What is it that you get by lying to your friend? What is it that you get by doing things, saying stuff to your friends behind their back?  Tell me please. Tell me how much do you consider your friends as friends. Tell me how much you care. Tell me how much you love. Tell me how much humanity is left in you. Because, I don't understand why do you have to do that to your own friend. And his family. Because, I'm wondering if he did something to you in the past. And there's none. None that I know. None that I remember.