incomplete...

i have been thinking every night since i came to manchester. while i have the time and freedom from work and stress, i would really like to figure out what is life about, and what i am lacking to complete it. but the more i think, the further i seem to get from the 'answer'. is there really 'one' answer? i wonder. maybe, maybe not. does it matter? i wonder.

if life is just about the times when you are alive, it seems too shallow for me.

if life is more than your own era and stretches to your future generations, it begins to get too ambiguous and far fetch for me.

if life is just about yourself, it appears too selfish to me.

if life emcompasses people close to you, it becomes too difficult to me.

how should i define my life? i wonder. there are so much uncertainties, yet there is one thing i am so sure about. i have to move on, we all have to move on. time wait for no one.

life goes on.

i hope i can really sort out some stuff before i go back to singapore. i dont like to live a day-to-day live without knowing what i am doing. the time here shall not be wasted. though i cant accomplish anything substantial here, i will, at least, return with a clearer, wiser mind.