unexpectancy.
what piles up our life?
money, travelling, a sip of coffee or love?
do we actually know? i don't think so. life is so unpredictable. that's why it's so weird and pretty. every day I wake up, though the previous night i went to sleep crying and craved for some lullaby to sing me sleep, i vision of a beautiful day to spend. i vision of a day of myself being wholly mentally stable and kind. i don't want to miss even a chance to observe and feel the warmth of life.
i think that's what life is.
a sum of some unpredictable moments and warm hopes.
