Restart..

I always wondering..
"What purpose I live on this world?"
This world is so rotten that I can't feel the fun for being part of it..
Even though my existent is so insignificant,
barely just a tiny little sand in the universe..

I get "deja-vu" all the time..
The feeling is so strong, every action of mine seem like happen before.. for a hundred time.
I always believe that another world does exist.
-- The Parallel World.

Is it the another me, in the another world always ahead of me?
Live a much better, meaningful life than me?
What if.. Everything is the same between 2 worlds, just like a mirror..
I want to know..

Do our life just like an empty paper?
Our decision in life can be assume as what we gonna draw the paper?
What to do? Our life is so empty..

Because of the emptiness, we have the rights to fill it up..
It would be meaningless, if we already own everything in our life.. Including hapiness..