Despite all,
I am looking for meaning in life of the daily living.
The Thought
I will not
be jealous of others, but to keep improving as I live on.
I have almost forgotten
that I need to thank my born-in traits of personality for molding who I am today.
I understand my frustration now,
that I am living in the mind of a 30-40-year old but in the body of a 60-70-year old. Then, what kind am I?
When I was a kid,
my dad told me who are good people and who are bad people in the movies. When I am an adult, I can't tell who are good or bad, neither in the movies nor in reality.
What do you
see when you look at me? What do I see when I look into my own truth?
The truth,
the real truth, is my own truth, because everyone has their own truth which is different from the other's.
I've always wanted
to just play the piano for me, because the music I play on the piano will do me good.
I can't play
other's songs on the piano to impress, I just want to play my own feelings.
I can't play
other's songs on the piano, but I can play my own identity.