Half an hour to midnight

'as far as love is concern, too much is not even enough'
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The quote at the back of chocolate pack, brought by a friend as a souvenir from london.
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We give and we give and we give. We sacrifices, our time, our money, our effort, energy, our peace of mind. Everything for something called love.
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Another quote that amazed me 'moral fiber is looking for something that we really care about. When we find her, we fight for her, we risk it all. Our life, our future and our dignity. It doesn't matter because we always know that the juice is worth the squeeze' The girl next door.
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20 minutes to midnight. My mind start cloudy. My eyes feel heavier. All the writing idea have gone. Not gone with the wind, it just gone. I better go to sleep.
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Love. Life. Death. After death. Am i prepared? Better do the overdue Isya' prayer.
I sometimes thinking that all the financial problem, love heart break problem, career problem, will be a very very small problem that we can laugh at if we keep remind ourselves to worry about the bigger problem like am i prepared to die. How can i help to contribute to the well being of the mankind. About the families with income that barely feed them, and some more being tested with critically ill child. With huge medical bills. And the list goes on.
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I do think that we wont have time to drown in our misery if we raise us ourselves to the next Level. To the countrymen level. To the human right activis level. To the level that we strive to help people we barely knew. Sincerely.
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Where is my level?
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Six minutes to midnight. Adios.

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