Somewhere, something is waiting to be known.

We spend our entire life on waiting.

Waiting to grow up, to graduate, to fall in love, to fight for career, to build a family, and to create a future on your own. Anticipating the one we want, the one we need, the one we love, the one we dream for.

We live to wait, we wait to live.


Couldn't help but to wonder, is the one you're expecting worth it all?


Will this ever come to an end?





Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial..





Ramblings,
louisexin.