Recently being thinking of what humans are really like...Are humans really born innocent? That the surroundings affect how they will grow up to be in the future? Or are they bonded by fate to be what they are like in the future? Is it really circumtances in this world that make a person become what they are now? Or is it that they are born this way? If circumtances produce how a person grows up to become, why am I like the person I am today? My family is a friendly bunch of people, and never ill treat me but I grew up to be quite anti-social and quiet and don't have the inniative to go know people around. Why am I like that? Or is a person born to be what he is going to be like in the future? Is that why I am quite anti-social? Is that why some people some people are more successful than others because they are given the fate to be that? Is that why there are poor people who can't seem to succeed in their life no matter how hard they try or worked but still get complained? Is it fate? I wonder...I wonder what kind of person I am...when I read newspaper of people fighting in streets and know that passerbys just watch as it goes on, it just boils my blood...the recent malaysia case of where a man get shot got me quite disappointed in singaporeans...I read the newspaper of how the guy,a witness, reacted...a fellow singaporean...he saw the whole incident happening in front of him...of the man being beaten, pleading for his life then being shot and the guy just ran away, but later came back because he was "worried" for the man...is that really concern he is showing? Could he have stopped the incident from happening? If he just went up and helped? I must admit that the place is quite isolated and difficult to get help and the robbers have a gun but is it really human nature to run away for their life? In order to save their life? In order to preserve their life? Yes, people must treasure their life, for you only live once, but is it really right to see someone killed in front of you and you run away for your own life? The life of every person is precious, for if a single person die, the whole world would be sad, just that the people don't realise it...its not just big stars who die that causes sadness in this world, its not just political heroes who die who bring tears to the world but a normal person like you and me who die can make the whole world sad...for once you die, thoes who know you will be filled with sorrow, and this sorrow will pass it down to their friends and to their friend and so on...its not just happiness that spreads fast, but sorrow too...we might not shed tears for these people who we barely know but we will feel a tingle of sadness for these people...who got killed by a fellow human who doesn't know that he has just caused and irreversible mistake...I wonder why people like to hurt each other and why people like to see people hurting each other and not step up to stop the hurting...to stop the fightings...to stop the bloodshed that continues on everyday...the war...the craziness...is love not enough to heal this world? Is kindness not enough to heal the human race? Or is it that the people have forgotten to love each other, but learns only to hate? What am I writing down? I don't know...but I feel so confused...I am always at battle with myself...a battle inside my heart...of what is the right thing to do in this world...of what my existence is really about...