another near death experience. it seems that i'm getting used to it. a few seconds of adrenaline rush and that's it...

doing things that bring pleasure? i wonder when's the last time i did it... maybe it wasn't that long ago; when i got my first camera, going out on the streets to take people from all walks of life.. if only life was that simple.

or maybe.. it's really that simple. it's the people who complicate things. must everything have a purpose? i believe so.. otherwise what's the point of doint things? doing things which have no purpose maybe not be the worst thing that can happen. what if the things you do brings about a chain/snowball/butterfly effect?

why are people happy? because they are content with what they have? but how about the pressures they get from around forcing them out of their comfort zone? will they still be happy?

being randomly cynical again. i can't see what's ahead of me