May 2, 2010 § 2 Comments
One reason why heaven is perfect is because when you are happy there, it is eternal.
Here, everything is ephemeral.
Friendships moving on. Singapore moving on. People moving on. Values moving on. The direction nobody knows. But moving on just seems to be key.
But I want to walk by a place and see the same playground as the one I played in when I was 4. I want the same friends when I’m old. I want the same family.