Why do we treasure something that is already been broken? Why do we try to fix things even if it is totally broken? Are we too naive to accept the fact that something that has been broken can never be fully restore? Why do we treasure these things even if it can't perform what is supposed to do?
Are we living a lie that everything that happen our life will be alright?
Why are we so afraid of moving forward? And why are we so scared of trying out new things?
There are a lot of questions that we search for an answer. But I think the more we think about the questions the harder it is to find the answer, because sometime the right answer is right in front of us.
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