And the things from which you can't escape
A good movie is never too late to be seen.
And a mistake is never too late to fix.
I can sit at the computer, listening to the music and reading my book. I can get things I want without worrying about the money. I can hang out with pals, shopping and gossiping. I can do a good job at uni and be appreciated by the professors. I can sleep thoughout the whole night without a nightmare.
Keep clean for the thousandth time
I finally come to realize what makes the rehabilitation so hard.
It's not only the bars that cut one off from the outside world, but also the defensive attitude one puts up that closed himself up to self protect from the not-so-friendly inmates since the first day in jail .
I can do a lot of things.
Stand still and wait in line
I don't understand one thing. When a guilty is sentenced, he is doomed to face a period, long or short, of jail life. But has the judges possess even the slightest idea that the violence among the inmates or from the superintendents is an extra penalty not approved by the law? Or should I call it an understated penalty?
But suddenly I realized that though I'm happy, all these things I can do are far too shabby to be named HAPPINESS.
It's only your imagination
Once things cannot be changed. It's wise to hold to hopes and the invisible virgin lands that belongs only to YOU. It's not like shaped things that could be taken away. It's rather a spiritual thing that would confuse the others but remain clear only inside YOU.
Happiness can never be simply defined as the none form of HAPPY. NO WAY. It's more than holding on to a dream. It's further than being kissed by an opportunity.
What if cards don't go my way ?
Happiness is not sth. I can reach out and get hold of. It's a ticket blown away by the winds and have me runnning after. It's the tricky God that has the bird picking up my ticket and flying high only one second before I could catch it. It's an enormous piramids only to be conquered by those determined.
But in voices loud and clear
Miss dear Happiness, can I call you the sleeping princess?
'Cause only the one who burdened with pressure, tormented by trauma, wiped by the unfortune, but still managed to clench the sword of creed and fight back could kiss you and hold your hand.
It's only superstition ?
Want happiness? Run for it.