looks dont matter.

i take joy knowing i dont look approachable. i suppose its some sort of mechanism. one that helps sift through the countless people i meet in life. choosing only those who are kind enough to appreciate who i really am, and in return i get to appreciate who they are.

i was just massaging my mom's thumb earlier on. taking care not to knead too hard. this woman who has worked hard to keep our family together. the least i could do was do my best and attend to her needs.

i guess it works that way. we take turns taking care of each other.

and i wonder when will it be my turn...

life sure is something.