One thing I never seem to grasp is how trivial I am compare to the major things surrounding me. I like to think I am important, but look at me, I'm puny! You can say I am important to you, but the truth is, truth does not lie. Of all the big things, I am the smallest. I do not regret, but everything has an order. Mine happens to be the last. Yes, what am I talking, you say? Nevermind, these thoughts are trivial.
P/S: Feels like eating donuts!