Like,for a quick minute I stop...and think deep in myself.
For some reason I believe everything has a reason,some meaning...and I also believe some things don't.
Actually,there's something that totally doesn't make any sense,which is,uh,the word already says : Mean.
I mean,being mean thowards somebody else on purpose does not make sense and does not have any reason. If you catch my drift; there are people who smile when seeing somebody else suffering...
...but turn the table once to the one smiling,and see for how long he will laugh.
The true meaning of life is quite simple.
Seed 'good',harvest 'good'.
Seed 'bad',harvest 'bad'.
Daniel Viana Alencar.
