the art of life
One day I am asking my self why am here? how can I be here? never get the satisfied answer for my self. Sometime am craving for the answer…still dont have the best answer 
Am I too curious or I am just too genius (in term of looking for the answer why am here)
But then I realise If I knew why am here, life is become not intriguing anymore. Life is just become so plain. isn’t it boring?
I know there is a reason, there is always a reason for everything. Including why am here and how I can be here…
I know I shouldnt be worry about tomorrow, it will have enough worries of its own. There is no need to add to the troubles each day brings.
That’s the art of life…the mystery of life is very intriguing….
(dedicated to my friend Adrian who always read my blog huehehe)
