The word 'Life' has always been on my mind for more than thousand times, it is still a mysterious word to me without any proper explanation. Everyone has a different story; going to a different direction. We would never understand about what is happening or happened to others, but only ourselves. Sometime, I am insecure about myself or the daily life I am living in; I tend to create a fake image of myself on social media just to reassurance myself is happy, same as all other individuals. However, I have forgotten about myself and living in own imagination.
In fact, I have began asking myself plenty of questions, What do I really like? What are the things can really make me feel happy? Who am I? Am I trying to be another person who I am not, just because I am not confident to be myself?