There are times that we feel life is indeed meaningless but we know it's not true. Simply because otherwise i would have pulled the trigger long ago.
The meaning of life is in the folded musical ticket in my pink spectacle box. It is in the black origami rose that stands in my silver pencil basket, right beside the golden fountain pen that my grandfather gave me. That pen has a engraving on its cover and it reads "Lucky". And of course, when i looked around, the meaning of life is in numerous other things.
It is in the box of peach that my aunt sneaked into my bag when i hurried out of the house on that rainy Sunday afternoon;it is in the nagging letters from my parents;it is in the little white wallet that is nursing its wounds in my drawer;it is in the pink water bottle or strawberry pencil case that marked out a seat for me in the 4pm lecture. And of course it is in the background of the photos on my wall.
It is love that makes life life :)
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this post is SWEET (: it helps me remember that there are always people who are there for us, but just because we are too familiar etc with them, we took them for granted. but really. after reading your post, i really feel i am lucky ((: jy yang, hope to see you during recess week soon! =D
Your writing style has improved!
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