The other day when I was going back home, I saw this blue sky.

A calm sky, suddenly I thought of this stupid thing again – Why am I here doing what I’m doing right now? Is there a purpose? Or that is the purpose I’m there? It’s been a long time since I last attend the Sunday morning church, so I didn’t get too much inspired by the things surround me. Well, when I talked about church, some people around me would get so sensitive and asking me all about church and why believing in Jesus. I got no comment, it’s a faith question, so I kept silence. However, my point isn’t on just praising and singing for Him though, the pastor there was really inspirational for me. A way I found a lot of thing that I hardly get explained in life and things that happen surround me.
All the planning and working that I’m facing now, become a mechanism, driving to an ultimate after life that should be as I planned how life should be, maybe. So why dimmed down the impact of life, when you know it’s short?