Why do we have to put label on anything?
Why can’t we enjoy things the way they are?
Why is there a word “galau” when all that we do is celebrating sadness?
Why is it hard to feel happy without worrying about the bad things?
Why do some people get married just to torture each other and file a divorce afterwards?
What is marriage, anyway?
Why is it difficult to be valued as a person, not a property?
Why can’t we feel comfortable without asking what will happen next?
Why can’t we love without an attempt to control over?
Why can’t we just love?