Why do we want to be different
We want something to define us, without realising that we are consciously showing off the label that we have, sadly we do good things just to be recognised by others, to gain popularity, to be known for the fame. In the end, we are nothing as what we are doing are just for names, for the lust of being the 'most' of all

Don't get me wrong, it is your life,
it is your future
For you to paint and determine
You might fell off
Or being told to get off
This is life
Where there are puddles in the path
Along the journey towards your 'success'
There are obstacles awaiting
Face it with pride
The only way to be proud.

The fullstop,
It does not end there...
For the future is never to be predicted