Through.

Well. SPM is over. A long time ago. A decision. Whole life. I don't have any idea. Reluctantly. I feel so lifeless. Another breath. Breathe again. I live because of God. Not for own purpose. As the Bible says. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to love and a time to hate. From Ecclesiastes chapter 3. I love these verses so much. I meant, it's significant. Life. Wind gently caressed my face. Looking beyond, the sky is beautiful. A beautiful shade of blue. And white as well. I guess i am just lucky. Gazing up, this world is miraculous. And another page, of my destiny.