another session of writing(before I totally forget the contents)

The other day when I was driving, feeling the gloomy Saturday evening, I passed by a pak cik who was literally wrenched in wet riding his motorbike. My heart wrenched in the same volume of wet-ness too.
Not because I pitied him, but i felt useless of every day that i spend  most of my days, scrolling over my instagram feed, or busy swiping ride (or left). Thinking about that gives an idea of how I'm actually spending my life while others are dreading their days for meals. Rain or heaty hot weather, they need to make an end, while I worry of how much more baju i can afford in my wardrobe or how much more i can add (in profits) so that I can enjoy better this life.

That is not the only purpose in life. You cant be having everything in life without sharing it because the realisation to it is, no matter how much you have in life, you can never feel that it is enough. No matter goodness that God has granted you, we still make unreasonable reasons to feel discontent.

That is a little sad kan?