life is created in such that, the new replace the old. no matter how significant the past has been, the focus would be in the future.

so what happens now? in this short life of ours?

everyone is a book. thick or thin, i might be in the middle chapter now. is this the plateau? not the grand opening, not the halfway climax, not the glorious exit.

today, i am just comfortable with the character that i am in. and i need more sleep. :)