Delight
The past few weeks my mind has been on constant rewind and replay. I wondered. Why did anything come into existence in the first place? Why was I given the privilege, and at the same time, regret, of ever feeling what I felt and experiencing what I experienced? Why did it have to begin when it would soon come to an end? Then it clicked. It isn't anybody's fault. What are you doing, I questioned myself as I did the laundry. Who are you trying to cast the blame on? Is it him? Is it God? 80% of the time we usually know what we should do in life. (Of course percentages and statistics are made up, like most quoted statistics). We, or should I say I, was afraid of coming to terms with the solutions lying there motionless, in the recesses of my mind. I knew that life wouldn't always be as smooth as honey in one's throat. Reality is, you can't just wish everything will run like clockwork, flowers lining your every path. Most of all, you can't blame anyon