I am wondering…
Why do we trust film critics? We all know they are moody, erratic and have odd favourites…
Why do we let other people decide the course of our lives? They end up hurting you more often than not…
Why do we make long lists about what we want? We tend not to know what we really really want unless we lose it…
Why do we obsess over what makes us look good or bad in front of people? What matters is what makes us feel good about ourselves…
Why do we always try and be much matured? It’s nice to have a touch of childhood in everything we do…
Why do we fret and fret about getting what we want? It’s nice to want and appreciate what we have…
Why do we always worry whether the dress is too tight or the shoes too simple? One smile can make you look worth a million dollars…
Just a few passing thoughts…
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