sometimes,
you could have thousand feelings, imagine million things, what would happen if certain things in life did not happen, what would it be if we took the chance or if we were not,
but at the end, nothing turn out to be what or how it supposedly be.
at the end, everything is just a blur motion. a plain blank motion.
and sometimes we are lost,
in between racing toward tomorrow and looking back at the past, in searching for who we are and what we are now, in determining who to love or who to hate, in making decision between a plate of chicken or a plate of beef. all we are just a little lost in between things,

sometimes.
it does make a difference.