All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
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home alone
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The title is crappy and unrelavant to what i gonna write. so forget about it. ^^

I am naive and has paradoxical thought these days. On one hand, i want to grow older, cant wait to become more mature. Being young means: at some level you are still naive, no matter how mature u may be or other will see you as one. And when something bad happens to you, you feel like you are soaring in the sky and sinking underneath the sea. The hard feelings capture you and put you in miserable state. These emotion control your entire life, it makes your lose sight of who you actually are. This sickening consequence is fatal. Conversely, by growing old, at some degree, your heart becomes more experienced and mentally tougher. You grow one step farther away by being control by your feelings, which somehow deceive you. If this is what meant to be grew older, i guess i will look forward to welcoming that time.

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