Food for thought.
The ugliness of the world. grim that erodes away our innocence. Little by little; ever so subtly, the clean sheet of paper that we started out with is sprawled with permanent scribbles eventually. Scars we collect and carry along with us as we move on into the unknown...
We each have our "art piece" we carry with us. But who decides whose papers get scribbled on first or how ugly it gets...who indeed...
Does the scribbles we get at a young age determine how fast we grow up or how we lead our lives eventually? And who maintains the fairness of it all? Is it even fair in the first place? honestly, i do wonder sometimes...
Maybe i've met one too many people who suffer such a predicament. Army has allowed me to glimpse a part of this ugliness. And once you've seen it, you never quite forget. Metaphorically speaking.
Random. Art by Kagaya...
is really beautiful.
After reading kester's post, i realise i miss playing badminton a lot. Probably can't swing a racket now without making a fool of myself. Sigh...the old days where playing badminton was all we did is long gone. Memories playing like a film without sound[Vitamin C] .
Anyway, for those who even still give a damn...i'm still surviving. i miss you guys. hope to meet up soon.
