The Meaning.

No matter how emotional or heartfelt the words, I refused to shed my tears. But it was when I read your old entry that I finally succombed to my sorrow. Because I know that somehow, this all means something. Maybe right now I am not rational enough to deduce what it could possibly mean nor the severity of it - but somehow it just means something.

We are urged to be positive in life. To look at the 'silver lining', to believe that where there's a will, there's a way. These are universal morals. Not just english or chinese or french or whatever. It's the same message being sent across over and over.

I thought I'd believed in these principles. That as long as you stayed optimistic, nothing was impossible. But sometimes it feels like life is impossible. What is there to believe in when that in which you have placed your faith is shattered over and over again? Is it truly a matter of triviality? I want to look at this from an objective and logical perspective and that is why my mind is now void. I just don't know. I don't know what to think and I don't know what to do.

But you know what? Regardless of anything and everything I won't give up. Because this is my life's meaning. My promise to both myself and to you. And whatever silly resolutions I give up over and over, this is one thing I'm going to do properly. And somehow.. things will work out.