What's about my life? I'm really
at the edge of stop writing. Why? It's getting really difficult to write.
Sometimes I want to write but I hadn't any idea on what's to write. Sometimes I
had a bunch of idea but didn't get any time to do write. Well, my life is
getting more challenging, exiting, fun, and also scarier. The future is always
scary, yet intriguing. It's like the fruit of knowledge in Eden or the pandora
box.
I realize about how objectivity
is just an illusion. I don't think it exists. People who care to have opinions
about something, must be part of that something, which obviously made them bias
and have chosen a side. People who are not part of something, won't care enough
to have an opinion. What's weirder is, that these people with opinions are
screaming loudly, asking other "swingers" to join them, that theirs
are the best and the truth. I'm really sick of this kind of thing: people
forcing other people into believing something they believe.
