Harsh and brutal

It is now 2.40am in the morning and i haven't slept yet. I didn't plan to write anything actually but as usual, i just feeling writing something.

I'm watching Grey's Anatomy and i love it. It gave me a lot of thoughts and insights and i love it a lot; how it makes me reflect and once in a blue moon, makes me feeling great. It has its own magical power to soothe its audiences. Maybe not all but at least me.

Days are just harsh. They are harsh. And i can't wait to get out of it. What people always hoping are for time to run slower and i'm hoping it the other way round. I want it to go faster and i hated it to be so slow, going so slow i... i.... Can't you tick faster?

Days are just harsh and brutal.

Let me share something with you:

" We like to think we're fearless, eager to explore unknown lands and soak up with new experiences. But, the fact is, we're always terrified. Maybe the terror's part of the attraction. Some people go to horror movies, we cut things open, dive into dark water. And at the end of the day, isn't that what you'd rather hear about, if you got one drink and one friend and 45 minutes? Smooth rides make for boring stories. A little calamity, that's worth talking about."

-Grey's Anatomy, Season 5, Episode 3.

p/s: keep walking, don't stop.