There is this interesting idea call the perspective. It sometimes make whatever you think is right sound wrong. And vice versa. So what's the point. The point is, the balance between perspectives lies on what we call communication. It can help dilute "the mind of our own" and help us see things from the other side.
 But is this good or bad? I don't know.


A relative passed away.
And it daunted upon me that the only reason why I fear growing up is the need to say more good-byes. Or worse still, leaving good-byes unsaid. We grow up, they grow old. It's normal, yet this process, to me, is rather scary and sometimes, maybe very painful.

This is life.