Dear Diary,
Life is strange, isn't it? There are times when everything seems to be going on perfectly in your life, yet you can't help but feel a tinge of sadness creeping into your heart. It could be an unsatisfied wish, a regret over past choices, or just an indistinct feeling that something is missing in your life. You keep on thinking about what's missing in your life is, but the answer never comes. You stare out at the soothing sight of the green, swaying trees cast against the backdrop of an azure sky, as if the equilibrium of nature can straighten out the fluctuations of your life. But they don't, and you know they won't.

If only there were a real magical cube somewhere in this world that can really show us all the answers to our queries, how wonderful that would be! But that would have been too easy, wouldn't it? The magnitude of all things in life are but an expression of comparison between two quantities, an amplitude of relativity. Grief accentuates our experiences of joy; Light is measured against the presence of darkness; Friendships are weighed by the measuring scale of Time. Hence, we will never find such an ideal object in our lives, because happiness has to be fought for and we can't simply expect it to be delivered to us on a silver platter. The greatest battles are not the ones depicted by the annals of history, but rather, they are the ones we ourselves have fought in, struggled in, and emerged victorious in.

Perhaps that's why I have yet to find the last piece of jigsaw to complete the puzzle. It could be that the answer has always been close by, but I have failed to see it, just like how one can look at the forest but fail to notice the trees. And like a reflection cast against the stagnant waters, we can sit by the shore all day long and will for it to materialize into reality, but it never will. Until we actually do something about it, it will always stay like this - unmoving, unreal and untouchable.

Until then, perhaps there would be a drop of rain to disrupt the integrity of the reflection, and break me out of my reverie.