in this land of broken dreams and false hopes, i grow stonger.for in a wasteland, one finds himself in nothing more than himself starring in a mirror, towards the depths of unchartered regions. and looking at himself, he finds the other, looking back at him. bewildred and indifferent. and then he starts to wonder..

why do i live? why do i keep running?

he faces a problem, seemingly impossible to understand, unsolvable. but he follows his heart and listens at the wispers of the wind. he becomes confident in his own unconfidence. he becomes secure in his insecurities. for he realizes that perfection is not found in himself but through the other. the other who gives him much pain and distress. living in this world is more than just having a life. the world we live in is for having the other in our lives. the way we look at ourselves is the way others see it. and then, there will be change. all the clouds would clear, and we see an endless blue.

i never give up. because i have always believed that a certain moment only comes once in a lifetime. and then, everything should fall into place.

only then will the stars shine bright.

and only then will we be able to say to ourselves that we have loved.