Does life happen or do you make it happen?

not so sure. i am stuck in between. back from my vacation. always depressing to be back. in a few years i would have lived half of my life away from home. there's something wrong with that picture. time for a change. every immigrant eventually goes back to his/her roots or at least as close as one can get to it. i no longer like to feel uprooted, wandering aimlessly through concrete jungles.