In the end, there would always be something..

Am currently reading About A Boy [when I'm supposed to be reading my law books for Final] and I am loving it. Lama tak baca buku yang simple, yet bole buat kite fikir. Chic lits sometimes could be very IQ degrading, and why do I still read it? Well, simply sebab Chic lits and law books are like langit ketujuh dan kerak bumi yang paling dalam.. amat tidak menyesakkan fikiran. Heh.

The characters of Will and Rachel in this book buat kite fikir pasal the simplest things in life yang ppl sometimes take for granted. What's with Fiona and her repeated attempts to commit suicide? Kalaupon die depressed sgt with what's going on [or more likely, what's not going on] in her life, he has a son to think about! What is it with this kind of people? Why is it depression always seems to follow them no matter what they do, or where they go.

Sometimes I think I am not in the place to question this, for I am blessed with so many things in life. But it's like what Will and Rachel believe, what is important is not the bigger aim/dream of your life, or big thinking, or life itself.. apa yang penting is the simple things you encounter along the way. Perkara2 kecil yang buat kite hepi sepanjang kite cube capai kegembiraan yang ultimate. Ppl usually fail to see the bigger picture of life. For Will and Rachel for e.g, there are so many things to keep them going on: the next episode of NYPD Blue, the next girl Will would like to date, the next Parents-Teacher meeting for Rachel, one more date with the guy Rachel fancies, anticipation whether or not her latest book will be published.. stupid as they may seem, simple stuff like these.. but at least there was always something.

There are all sort of things missing dalam hidup ni- stuff about how depression makes you tired of everything, tired of loneliness, and panic, and plain bewilderment. But such simple positivity is something to be going on with. In the end, there would always be something, and these something would always be enough. At least, this is what I think.