Well, here’s the thing. I waited. I waited for you that one night. I waited for you to come. It was raining and the drops of water are blurring my vision. Or it was my tears, I don’t know. But I waited because you said you would come. Or even if you didn’t say so, I would still have waited, I don’t know. I did my part. I had all the hard parts and I played them well. Your only part was to come, and you failed.
Somewhere deep in everyone of us, there is a budding potential waiting to be unleashed. We would usually feel as if we are a nobody, and yes, in this world full of people, we are a handful of that. But then, it doesn’t mean that we would give up just like that. We can do something that other people can’t. Well, maybe they can, but the style and treatment will always be unique to every individual. Be like a bud, waiting and working for its moment to bloom. Be that little piece of sunshine waiting to be discovered.
I was just one of those leaves that try to endure the rain. I calm myself down when a challenge comes. I review all my lessons from past experiences. I get myself ready for the coming storm. I endure. I sway along and follow the wind’s breeze. I just endure, even if I am getting tired of this routine called life. All I actually wanted to do is to let go and get lost forever.
This shot is crappy, yes, because I only used my phone. But I was just suprised. Remember when I was asked of top 3 gifts yesterday, well, she gave this to me now. That fast! Thanks, Cha!
Soon enough, we would all wither and die. We would reach the dawning of our times. But then, before it comes, radiate your beauty. Share what you have. Live at your best. Conquer every challenge. Fail and stand up. Stand up and fight. Do not consume too much time waiting for death to come crashing by your footsteps. Enjoy the moments while they last.
Fire bending has been really tough for me the way water bending was. Fire is playful. It doesn’t follow your lead right away. You have to be part of its flames before those dancing flames treat you as their master.
Posted on Wednesday, 30 May 24 notesI miss all the running. I miss running and not looking back. I miss how we used to take this curve together. We would laugh as we cross the marker, and then we would run more. Tired as we are, we would take another lap and would soon have to catch our breaths after running lap after lap, enjoying the moment. I miss those moments. I miss you. I miss us.
Posted on Tuesday, 29 May 15 notes