Sometimes, I failed to gather it together. Hold it, bind it. Sometimes I just get immature and rash. There are things that should and shouldn't be said, should and shouldn't be done. Should and must be done at the right time. Sometimes I find myself too trusting, too earnest, too much things to hope. Having too much dreams, fantasy, idealist, whatever terms that will best described not being real.

Surreal things makes me happy, pretty things gets me whirling all over. Such shallow little mind.

I find it easy to like things, easy to like people. Easy to be lied, easy to be sugar coated with false things. Such easiness makes me uneasy. It feels like shutting out, but I just couldn't do it thoroughly.

When leaves dried out, it's not because they died. It might be because they have squeezed their energy so much in being green, that it becomes so easy to scrunch it away. It didn't die, until we demolish it.

I need a change, and I know I'm not going to live forever. Nobody lives forever though. But a change that will make me die rich, without regret, that is the change that I must go for.

Money is but the cruelest necessity in our lives. Mind is the priceless gift one could ever ask for. Losing money doesn't kill you but losing mind, yes.

Stop for a moment, and seek to use your mind the best way possible. A little less conversation, a lot less complain please, and a little more effort to die rich, rich for the hereafter. Though we can never do enough for God, never be able to have enough bricks to build a place in paradise (you know what I mean). But let's just try our best. We know how to be good, and how to be bad. We know every consequences to our deeds.  So is it so hard for us to try our best to die rich? (you know what I mean by 'rich').