Disclaimer: To be honest, this post is no more than just a hello-world-thing to test my blog, but anyway, I think it worth content for its own.

I’m 25, young and stupid enough to do whatever I like, I have time, energy, and a little money. But what I like doing is not easy as I thought anymore.
I’m now old enough to see how big the world is, there’re a lot of things to be learned, endless roads to be discovered, tons of projects to be built, ideas to think about, love to give, books to read.
yet after all I realize that what I know is a drop, what I don’t know is an ocean, and actually, I don’t know shit about anything.

Maybe all the universe we know is just inside a toilet of aliens, who knows? all the love, fear, anger, war, rich, poor…

I now know why do I exist, right here, right now. I’ve made my own decisions, good ones and bad ones. there is nothing special, no fancy purpose from God assigned for me to look for. So, fuck it, there is nothing matter in the end, made the best out of me is my only life purpose. I could end up being a millionaire or die trying alone, there are tons of possibilities depends on what I’m doing today, now.

I’ve observed myself long enough to understand what I should do, to know what things I value, to have my own principles, but there’re also struggling, distraction, procrastination, anxiety, loneliness, madness, evils, …

I’m now old enough to know that life is sucks, everything is crooked, reality is poison. I know how fucked up and miserable I am

But I know there’s still something out there worth fighting for, there’s hope for humanity, that the world is beautiful and life is wonderful if I choose to see them. If I look hard enough, maybe I can see the meaning through the fool of appearance. and I will try harder every day to do that.

So after all the above bullshit realizations, the world is still the same, tomorrow the sun still rises. congratulation you just wasted your time.