I look for the Answer in everywhere
but then I realize that the Answer is in the Question.
Sometimes I tell myself, everything will be fine
but then I realise that, nothing is fine.
God says: My grace is sufficient for you,
but ... am I having the grace from God?
So, why ask?
Nothing is perfect. This is an imcompleted world.
I don't want -- PERFECT,
I just want to be fine.