It seems that no matter how many walls I attempt to climb. More walls just seem to pop up. It feels so sad right now...but than again...i should be happy. Its so difficult to smile when you can literally feel your heart breaking in 2. But for you, i'll do it. In many ways i'm like a child. Crying and fussing over things that don't really mean much to the world. I don't know what to expect of this world anymore. Suicide has even come onto my mind once. But i know its not worth it. After all, wasn't my soul suppose to be precious to others. To live for others is the reason many of us choose in order to move on with life. Failure comes in so many forms yet somehow we managed to carry on. Mostly because we feel that the others need us more than we actually need ourselves. To find comfort in such illusions is not good. Because one day these people won't need us anymore. And when that happens, who shall we live for than? For ourselves? For the sake of finishing the final race towards imminent age and disease?

To live our lives for the sake of others is thus a very unwise choice. Many people were broken because they couldn't find anyone else to live for. Thats why i have always said its better to live for ourselves. But these are but only words. Empty words that are almost impossible to do. We often find ourselves doing things that make us detest ourselves. This is because the human race is not perfect. We were not born to be. But it has been the pursuit of perfection that propels us forward.

What more could we look for on this planet if there is no one to live for, not even our own selves?