For once in the lifetime. I listen to a man's story of his live. One particular soul wondering on this faithful Earth. He is a friend of mine. A classmate. For once I hate him so much. And last night I changed my whole perception. My whole point of view. My whole and intire mind.
I questioned myself. How can a little kid lose his mother and adapt to a new situation? Where his new stepmother is his mom's best friend. I wouldn't and propably can't accept dad's decision if it were to be the same. And last night when I listened to it, I feel it. Almost the very same way. But through a bit of a different angle. Because he is a boy and I am a girl.
One day, I reflect what I've really done my entire teenage year, I was surprised. I did less good and more bad than I knew. The last time I count my sins, I got a shock. A real timebomb.
