I saw a falling star on the way home from work. And immediately I made a wish without giving any thought. It was to be a good person. Sometimes in life, no matter how much I think I have done, with nothing but good intentions, somebody isn't going to like me. And sometimes, I wonder why. I could only reflect upon myself to ask such questions, and I assume things, and I become my own worst enemy. Sometimes I forget I over analyze trivial thinking. It feels good to say "I feel great". It feels good to have a good meal and sleep, to have somebody like me. I just want to be good to the people I feel who are good to me and for the ones who are not, I'll just smile anyway. Because in the end, when we are all old and grey, nothing is going to matter what people think or say about us.
