Sometimes.

January 10, 2010 § 2 Comments

Sometimes we forgot that there are people watching us. The actions we have taken.

Sometimes we forgot that we are letters read on daily basis. And in these letters, we are either the headings, the lines, the chapters, the phrases, the commas or the full-stops. Each of which is equally important.

Sometimes we forgot that there are those who take serious. What we do and think may not make a slight impact on them.

Sometimes we forgot that we have wasted a whole lot of time living a life just trying to be an image of another person. Why don’t you stop for a while when you go about filling others’ shoes, and ask yourself, “Who’s filling mine?”.

Sometimes we forgot that the power to do good lies within us, and we are bound to be affected by the same when we release it.

Sometimes we forgot that a smile bring mean a million meanings and change a thousand things.

Sometimes we forgot that life can be so beautiful and colourful, because all this while we have been messing it up.

Sometimes we forgot that little things do matter. And by the end of the day, we would be asking ourselves why haven’t we noticed them earlier.

Sometimes we forgot that time flies by if we are doing what that makes us happy. Pursuing for passion is like making a dream come true.

Sometimes we forgot that there are some questions that just don’t have any answers.

Sometimes we forgot that there is always people more unfortunate than us.

Sometimes we ignore the fact that what we sow is what we reap in life.

Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes.

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