I have always knew that I am my own worst enemy, but that was just a distant thought, without immediate relevance till my right hand started hitting my left.

That minor physical inconvenience aside, I knew that I am in trouble when I found myself in love with the bittersweet feeling of love lost; having desire for the saccharine intoxication of new love faded away. After all, we can never have our future, but at least we have had our past. Yet I am too young to be trapped in reminiscences, too tired to be constantly looking out for novelties, too restless to be just cruising through life. Life, at a constant pace without acceleration, is without growth.

But somtimes, status quo can be so comfortable.