As the vicious cycle of work-life-work-life caught up, the scariest thing is not the reality of it, but the thought that traps us in its reality... the thought that day after day, week after week, month after month, this repetitive cycle that continues on till one day, I may wake up 10 years later, asking myself what have I done with my life? And the silence that ensues... Recently, I have been thinking more and more... perhaps quarter life crisis.... its a tad depressing.. and the usual restlessness I experienced only in Singapore... is back... that feeling of wanting to carve a purpose into my life, the feeling of finding meaning in life... that restless feeling that I cant put a finger on... is frustrating.

But then, recently a junior of mine just passed away... and the fragility of life strikes again... the last time I feel so much about life and death is 2010 with the passing of my granddad... n this news made me dredge up memories about another friend who pass away before the age of adulthood, 21. I still think of him every now and then, for it made a great impact, the faded memory of a friend far too young... n it made me just want to live in the now, which is a serious contradiction to my restlessness... but I guess to be able to feel this
complexity of life just means one thing... that I am alive.. and isn't that the most important thing of all?