Sometime, it seems so hard to have a good day. However finally, I am having a good day. A day where it has filled me a certain grace. Simply to live as if I am free from the stares of others.

I realize today, that no one ever become great if they cared about other people thought. Is being proud to be different bad ?

Is being different so hard to accept is so hard that we eventually break into pieces at people's feet ?

How come, the meanness from people I know seems more acceptable rather than the indifference from the stranger?

Is people's soul so breakable and fragile ? At time, I think I prefer to deaf to music. People's words are perfectly mean but if you don't understand it. Could it make you invincible to the world ?