How many friend(s) you have ,
who actually know what you're going to do and think without having to lift a finger?
How many acquaintances who came across your life, shared your happiness and left?
How many stranger(s) actually lend you a helping hand when you need a little help at an unknown place?
Shouldn't you feel really fortunate when you have AT LEAST a friend who knows what you're thinking and going to do without you having to lift a finger?
Shouldn't you feel really fortunate to have those people to come into your life and double-up your happiness although they don't really unload half of your sadness?
Shouldn't you feel really fortunate to feel really fortunate to have a stranger directing you to your destination, as easy as that?
Some people don't cherish what they have until they lose it.
Some people don't cherish what they have even when they lost it.
The most pathetic kinda person is those who knows/understands about others/bestfriend/boyfriend/girlfriend,
but in return,
no one understands them.
THINK.
Are you really fortunate or pathetic?
