What is life all about? What do we work so hard for? I've always wondered how it is like to be forced to grow up immediately because of circumstances. How does one pick oneself up, and get use to the change? What does it take for that someone not to succumb to the pitfall of self-pity, self-destruction? How many can actually grow up, and grow up well? How many can actually overcome the circumstances and not let the circumstances overcome them? What does it take? Is it all about the choices and decisions you make then?

You decide whether to sit down, cry, and pity yourself about your situation, or whether to pick yourself up, and do something to the situation. You decide whether you want to be happy or you want to be always frowning and sad. You decide whether you want to live life negatively or whether to live life positively. You decide, you decide and you decide.

So is it all about having our own perspectives? Knowing where we stand? Knowing what we want? Making the right decisions? Why are there people who are always sad, and people who are always happy? What's the thing that sets them apart?

God?

Staring into the Abyss,