life's not a circle. it's juz like a rope. hav the first part and an end. never mean to be met. i care for him, he care for someone else. while this someone care for others, in such a different world (maybe). never ever meet. so sad. but nothing can do to tangle it, force it to bend. no matter how miserable it felt, no matter how much u keep repeating that u can't bear it. u simply juz can't stop it growing. u might be tried to cut it. nice try, though it's useless. not that simple. coz here, u talked about cut your own self, you own life. see my rope. its fibers and fragments. bit by bit. it's not merely made up by single strand, but many. these strands then tangle each other, overlap to build up the rope. one or two times, u might see some strands loosen up a bit, causing the rope weaker. but not all the time, not really enough to make all a complete mess. when u try to fix it up, sometimes u made some flaws. mistaken an angle, or a bend. distracted by other matters. well, it's your fault. it's your choice. u can't go back though. no one can redo it. not yourself, not your friends, not your parents. coz your rope juz keep growing longer and longer. thicker and stronger. meanwhile, u also keep making mistake. distracted again and again. weaker this time, loosen other times. slack off. u can't create a perfect rope. though this rope is resemble your life. do u know why? coz each strand in your rope is from other ropes. the one's around you. the one who know you. the one who you might not know yet. or a complete stranger. that's how is it. only one choice: keep growing. keep moving forward. u might not know how long you will connect with a strand. but once you connect with it, it would be part of your rope. it would either stained you with the colour of rainbow or the colour of pitch black.
