I don't know why, but now, I just feel like taking a nice long bus ride. Doesn't matter where it heads.
Time is passing way too fast. Sometimes I wish that time will slow down, but then again, getting something over and done with asap may be better too, rather than holding on.
Maybe I am holding on too much on the past. Maybe it's time I let go. Maybe, I shouldn't think about it anymore and just move on. But I'm afraid I can't.
Still, contentment makes a poor man rich. Thus I'm really trying hard to be contented. With whatever I have around me, and with me. With life. With a so-called pathetic phase I'm going through now. It's not easy but still, it's never too late to start. Contentment.