This past few day are seemed to be ordinary.
When we woke up in the morning, we fixed our bed, we did business in the restroom, we had some exercises, we cooked our breakfast, we prayed, we ate.
Some of us will even get back to our bed. Wait for lunch or prepare for lunch. Pray. Eat it. Then, do our things. Anything we like.
Afterwards, we cleaned ourselves; got something for dinner. Pray. Eat again. Get to bed. Sleep.
Other will feed themselves with snacks in between hours.
In the end of the day, it is so ordinary.
It is so ordinary that...
When we morning comes, we may not even wake up. While fixing our bed, a thread could get loose. Exercising may cause some injuries. Eating may get us some stomachaches. When evening comes, it may be our last supper.
Isn't weird when things go so normal?
We are driving into work, not knowing what you have left behind. We are playing all day long, when there are things matter the most. We do nothing new and then history will repeat itself. We are so fond of ourselves, we are hurting others. We are doing things just like before, and the results will not be the same anymore.
That is why I hate those normal things.
I don't know when can I lose something important.
ns 15.158.61.6da2
