I guess when you’re young, the whole reason of life is finding the meaning of being. looking for words of wisdom about every single misery and joy happen around you. trying to find a lead to get out of confusion. being a drama queen. being over excited over nothing. being over depressed on minor accident. was it good those days? I don’t quite remember. I was always cynical and skeptic. not very easy to believe. but never once I felt at lost.