Sometimes

    Sometimes, i feel stupid, stupid for what i'm sticking to, for what i'm holding on. I also feel furious about the naive thinking come to my mind. Truly, i know the society is complicated. In fact, it's more complicated than i'm aware of. But i just can't stop weaving my dream, i can't stop imagine the furture I'M going to have. It's just like if i stop here, then i'm going to die here.
    Life is a kind of travel. And during this travel, i'd like to feel a feeling of running. If i'm been kept away from that by various situations, i don't know what YOUTH really mean.