My Add math moral part

In this Project, I have learned that nothing can be done without will, even though I did this project by my own hands, mouse, eyes, and yes definitely sweat, I couldn’t have done it without the help of my friends. Though I was supposed to be in a group, I couldn’t go for any of the meetings, so I was pretty sure I would be kicked out of the group, though I didn’t ask, I went ahead and did this on my own with help from friends on the rubric, the project questions and how to do the project.
I would not deny that my weakness is procrastination, but I’m trying my best to do my work and try to cope in school. My way of representing my opinion is through a simple visualisation.

The streets were filled with content, no noise, just the feeling of accomplishment. You look at a long stretch of houses, all in the same design, modern architecture, beautiful and amazing simply a perfect sight for someone who has done all that he or she has to do. Earning what earn from all od this and make a living simple or sophisticated. Doing what you do to stand out, to make clear who you are. And everybody has a way of showing it, some show it by being rich and famous, others, maybe a businessman, whether successful or not, or maybe even a beggar.
A few days later, it was the start of the holidays and you take a trip downtown to see well, the twon. Filled with old townhouses with people walking at every street, shouting, talking and everything you would find in an old town. Coffee shops that you used to go to when you lived there, the old uncles and aunties, still remembering who you are, your favourite food and stuff like that. But nothing can drift you away from life more than your childhood in the old times.
After awhile, you decide to take the road down to your hometown, the place you grew up to see how it was doing. Old ‘Kampung’ Styled houses complete with gardens and farms, all different somehow or rather. You see the old ‘nasi kandar’ place, still standing, still so full of the faces you used to see.

Now taking you to a perspective of things from an angle you would see from up there.
Life nowadays are so arranged, everybody is given the same type of life, the same space, the same this, the same that. Everything is given the same. Even life as from maybe 50, maybe 100 years ago, has the same things, the same house, the same land, the same plot, everything is the same. But when you see the old ‘kampung’ styled house, they’re all different, they’re all made by hand, made by own view, own creativity. No ready built walls, no ready made chairs or tables, no.
Though our lives have been arranged, we fill it out still, with what we want, we add-on things, we remove things, all according to our own liking. All we do is to show that our life is different from yours. It was the same for our father’s generation, it just was that it was in different time, with different kind of arrangements but it was all the same. Though we do not have the freedom of our ancestors, we still do 1 thing. That is LIVE.