“It's all about you.”

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One chooses what one has to choose. There are so many difficult decisions one has to make to move forward.

Being solitary can be beneficial at times, but somehow detrimental at others. How does one find solace in whatever he or she does, without feeling alone or empty?

Walking on a path where it dissects into two, how does one differentiate which one to pick? How does one know what the path brings him or her? How does one trust his or her decision-making if one does not know what is in store for them?

I don't know. I simply stand at the dissection, waiting for an answer to come.

Every song strikes a different emotion everyday, depending on the situation. I sit in my room at my study table this afternoon, listening to Colours Of The Wind, and look at rain fall down even with the sun up.

Even Earth knows how to stay upbeat when it cries. I think I will be able to do the same.