Why · Life?

Went out with my friends tonight. 3 of us, and we spent the whole night chatting.

We talked about life, present lifestyle. Hate it so much, but still have to live on. Why is life always full of hatred? Yet everyone's afraid to die?

We talked about future. What do we wanna be in the future? One said dentist, another said director. As for me, I found myself kept quiet, probably in deep thinking--to answer them, as well as myself. Hell, I really don't know. Why is life always so full of questions? Yet where's the answers?

We talked about studies. One changed to Art Stream, the other one continued on Science. We hated Form 6, but we tried hard to love it. Why do we always try to love something we don't? Yet we always fail?

We talked about memories, the only thing we own together, now and forever. Then only we realised that we did not take many photos when we were in school together. Miss those precious time, but we can only remember it without the photos. Why is life always full of regret? Yet very few learn to appreciate it?

And we talked about you. Miss you so much, every of us does. We miss your laughing, your tears, and the happiness you bring to us in all these years. Why do people only start to love someone when she is away? Yet no one ever try to fix this mistake?

Life's pathetic, isn't it? But not as pathetic as human does.