We often hoping for the big things, those grand schemes. But the truth is those little things, those small remnants that we often take for granted is the things that make us happy. Maybe it's time we appreciate those fragments that we outcasted. Make our lives filled with wondrous joy that came from unexpected sources. Happiness is a gift.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Do you fancy yourself a nice person? Do you do good deeds? Unfortunately in this world not all people are nice. Some might be more horrid than an animal itself. With all the corruptions and such, the world is full of it. And can drove you sick and tired of it. Vomit
No matter how nice you have became or no matter how much money you donate to charity, how many hands you lend there always exist prejudice. Like there is something wrong in you that they can't depict.
No matter how nice you are, at least one people tend to dislike you, at least... sometimes for no good reasons. Such world eyh?
Sunday, September 5, 2010
It is back, that dull sensation. A gallimaufry of gray colors. And things were not at place. I am not at ease. The first thought is to get rid of this, to escape from this harsh rain again. The black clouds are seem to be hovering over my head now, and the castles that I built in the air are about to topple. And all those valuable pedestals seems to be falling down. These portraits of mine seems to fade. Now I've lost grip to what I hold dear. I've lost control of the present. My life is in disarray.
I couldn't remember the last time I had those warmth, those sensational honest smile. The marks and signs of a happy life. The plight of my days seems to haunt me now and then. I've tried to run off course, but what is that attempt? So foolish. I succumb. The irony, that's the only choice.
Yes I admit that I became more vulnerable these days, lacking of everything. My mind and my heart are not contented. So how do I make it less bitter? My acts are all in vain, it dismount to the opposite, the more sugar that I add, the more bitter it taste.
Such tremendous torture. The pain and agony it conflicted. But I realize and I wonder whether this is just another process of healing.