At the end of the day, what makes something worthwhile, and what doesn't?
My tuition teacher used to tell me:
"Sometimes, you have to lose yourself to find yourself again."
At times you may lose your threshold. But you always have to remind yourself consistently.
What keeps you alive? Nurture it.
None? Find it.
Will pass by the reservoir on the way to work everyday.
The mist in the morning always casts a little shimmery fog over the waters, looking as if it stays there permanently. ig exudes something- something which I can't describe.
I've seen it so many times, but every single time I pass by; I'll still get enraptured by its wordless beauty.
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