Reminiscence

 I am back to the point which I started off.

Indeed life can be really ironic.

After all this time, the years that has passed by...

Nothing changes.

I am still me.

I still feel lousy about myself.

Am I still sensitive and does guilt still hold into my life?

Am I a good person?

Am I only seen to be of value only for what I offer?

Indeed I am replaceable.

This is the reality.

Eventually...time forgets all things... memories of my existence will be transient in the memories of man.

The equation I've made is that...if I cease to exist...

There will be no need for disappointment, of falling short, of being an ideal...

A tale of a boy. A man. Someone who has tried his utmost to love and do his best. 

Lost amid the pages of many storied lives...