Monday, June 30, 2014

Precarious June

WARNING: Rants Overload

What more could ever happen when almost all the unexpected incidents are happening like an infection that continues to spread out. Sounds too dreadful eh?
"Struggling against them, not wanting them, has never helped.  In fact, it makes the pain more intense and the unfairness seem more acute." -source
I guess no one can ever get out of anything by avoiding it. I've been here for so many times and here i am again back from where i was before. If only i could be someone else then maybe that would make things a bit easier and better. Or i guess not, it's just too hard to embrace the uncertainty of every day because i know everything changes in time, and change is something i am more afraid of most especially if it's not the good one.

Struggling is pointless, waiting for the right time would be a lot better. Growing apart would be so difficult but maybe it would help to mend what has been broken in between and hopefully turn out to be even more stronger for the future ahead. I'll fight for what i believe is right, I'll stand firmly for what i really want but i know it's still not for me to decide.

So much for the pessimism thoughts, who doesn't get scared about anything anyway? Worst of the worst can happen to anyone. With an open mind, it's truly easy to understand, but accepting it is the big challenge. I do consider to weigh the good against the bad things.. Hard yeah, like the feeling of having shattered visions but still trying to look at the brighter side of life.

The rest of the days are just like ordinary days - i was just extraordinary extra-exaggerating in a superficial way. I do look forward for the coming months to at least be fair enough. I'll be patiently waiting for things to fall into place at the right time.

A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent; this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.

                                                                                                                            Till then,

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