Life, what for?

Assalamualaikum, Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Here's me again after a long break, and I finally get myself to write again. Or should I say a comeback?

And now I wanna ask myself something. Life, what for?

I spent 24 hours a day, 7 days for a week, and all of my for the past two decades of my life for what? Now, as i keep thinking about it, i can say that me, was useless. There was nothing to be proud for.

Sure, forget about my childhood. Back then I really don't know anything. Those time was really just for fun. Living like there are nothing to care for.

But when i reached the age of teen, what am i doing? Sad but true, i'm just enjoying my time with me mates. I do nothing good. I could say that my study wasn't really bad, but its not too good either. I couldn't make my parents proud. Well, i'm pretty sure that they were proud of me. Where on earth that the parents didn't love their son, am i right? But for some reason, i could sense the disappointment in their heart. Me feels very sorry, mom and dad.

And now i'm twenty something. I'm no longer a boy, and i'm slowly being a man. Which means, I've a big responsibility for me myself, for family and others. But again, WHAT AM I DOING? So fool of me. I forget the responsibility, that my parents gave to me, that others gave to me, and among all, the biggest responsibility that My Lord, Allah s.w.t gave me before i starts breathing in this beautiful world. The first responsibility among all, to be a loyal servant to Him, to be a better Muslim. Untuk BERIMAN kepada yang Maha Esa.

Forgive me My Lord, i'm blinded in my past life. Guide me to your way, help me. I was once disobey you, and i really don't want that to happen again. Perhaps it's never too late for me. InshaAllah.

well said, sorry

frankly speaking, I felt really sorry for myself for I cannot continue to complete the I'm Not There story.

It takes a long time to think of an idea to write a story. I adore the novelist on how they could write something that was freakin' awesome.
Plus, I don't have an enough spirit to continue doing this. After all, it's me.


You know pal, you'll feel fucking tired when you do something that's totally not worth it. When it comes to that, you'll say to yourself, "Man, what have I done? What have I been doing all these past years?". Then you'll realize that you're losing something that is fucking important. The only things that can't be replaced or buy. It's TIME. After all, you have waste your fucking time, pal.

I've experienced it once already pal. Actually, it's more then once. And I don't wanna have that kind of feelings again. Not again, never.