After one month busy time... maybe not busy, but hectic time, I found my self in one special circumstances. Workaholic, if i may say it. Then I almost forgot one thing. What is the real reason I work? Why I work so hard? What is the end I would like to take for everything I have done? etc etc.
I have asked my self times to times for everything I do. Why I am here? What I want to be known.
I have listened things. I have seen things, good and bad. Happiness and madness. So, when I found my self right now, I put all on my mind for my own reason. That, I am here for one thing. For picturing my own history like you want to picture your own history.
Why? Because I am human being. I have my own reason for living, for everything I have done in life. Though sometimes bad and gave unforgiven experience and sometimes good and people can have a better living. Again, this is my history. And yes, I start to write it down.
What are you going to be?
