The last time I met Sarah, she told me I should never ask or tell the story about one’s past.
I smiled and said: yeah, I guess you are right.
Until today, however, I still haven’t really learned to do that.
I still tell the story about the past, to whom I think cares to know or needs to know.
I believe I am paying price for every mistake I’ve made. So keep them as a secret doesn’t help.
Tried to know someone, opened his/her palm, and discovered the appalling facts about the past.
I’ve seen so many of these around me that it wears me out.
So I tried to ignore and hope for the future. Only to be forced to find out more appalling facts not just in the past but also in the present.
That’s why I don’t believe any more. Time comes and goes and we all changed.
Next day, we just put on another mask to meet another person.
Life is for rent.
There will always be the lucky ones.
Wish you to be one of them.
As for why I told you that.
There is something in your life you can control and there is something you cannot.
I don’t believe in things I cannot. That’s why.