making sense out of nothing at all
In this life, what make sense? Each of us wanted to live a life that has served its purpose. A life that made sense. A life that was complete. does it make sense?
I often scoffed at people who seemed to be making no sense at all. I would often look at them with eyes so wide an eagle could see my brain. I know its wrong, but that's what I am made of.
I know that intelligence varies just like the color of the crayons. And things that is so funny for others are not that funny for me. I happened to meet a lot of these. I just try to get along with them--- trying my best to be polite eventhough inside I wanted to stranggle that person for being so stupid. Sometimes, I would just agree with their ideas so that I don't have to explain, eventually preventing an argument.
Well.. I'm not going to stop and change all that. I would not add to the chaos of this world. I just would not.
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