When I start writing I suddenly get a strange feeling. I’m still feel stupid and it’s so odd that I’m writing these undisciplined words even myself can not figure out what I’m going to say, what I want to say on earth.

Do you ever think about you life? Why do we live on this planet and what we live for, what are we going to be and what the truth of life is. We are struggling for life everyday when we grow up and what if the struggling would not lead to happiness? You know what happiness is? You know what the truly happiness for you? Or you think happiness is the same to everybody? You know what you should cherish most for this moment? We born and we die, and we bring nothing and take nothing away. If you ever exist on this world, you must you are a common man of millions of lives on the world, but you are special to yourself. You have your own way of life. And you have the responsibility to live a special life just for yourself. As to others, you are no more than a common man. I want nobody nobody but myself.