earlier today, i stumbled upon an old notebook while i was clearing some space in my cabinet. i immediately recognized it for this was where i used to write down random thoughts when i was in college. for a while, it made me think, why i don't have one anymore considering that my memory is far worst than before.
it was fun scanning it, pages after pages. probably because i have always been addicted to memories, to nostalgia.
then suddenly, a particular page made me pause and think.
it reads, what if the only thing that makes you happy is wrong. Will you still fight for it? Or is it even worth fighting for?
i asked myself, was i already that emo before? darn! hahaha.