I feel like I’m stuck between the past and the future but I’m not in the present. I don’t have any goals anymore, don’t talk to me about hope and ambitions. I was born an idealist. Between the past and the future, I enjoy reminiscing. Because in the past, things happened but in future, nothing ever happened. Now I just live day to day. Picturing the sins and uncomfortable moments every evening. I’m a late bloomer. Laggies. I used to pray to die young, to wake up next day somewhere, or beside God right away. But I was innocent at that time. Now I am no longer naive. So I pray my sins forgiven before I leave this place. Every day I grow up getting more scared than ever. Commitments, human interaction, possibilities, risks, past mistakes. All this while every one keeps moving forward, braver then ever. To quote Tyler Durden, “Losing all hope was freedom”. It’s not rhetoric, it’s true. Just like love, it requires courage too, to give everything up, to not give a fuck anymore an...