Isnt it scary that we are almost half way through our lives
And we are still wondering who are we and what are doing?
And the strange fear that if we are alone now we might die alone by then.
And still, we are willing to be alone
Because being alone is yes scary
But being with the wrong one is not less scary.
I sit down and think to myself, sometimes certain phenomenal happens
Not by accident
Or in my classic terms - all the blunder, mistake, tragedy, disaster, catastrophy - all might just arrangement for u to realise certain things are for certain ways.