Posting something that will accumulate a lot of notes is like thinking of an advertising strategy where you have to consider your targer audience, only it is, in a way, unneccesary here.

Impatience only makes things more complicated. It delays everything just when all it wanted was to get over with all of it. When people lose patience, they go beyond the usual flow, the process is delayed, and they become more impatient. If only people would learn to wait, then live would be easier and tempers wouldn’t go on the loose just about everywhere.

Today marks another start. It isn’t the end. It is just another page unfolding before your eyes, offering you another story where you would have to play the same roles while playing with how the story flows. We shall start over a new leaf. Let’s start together, shall we?

I don’t like it when I’m somewhere I’m not familiar with. I am not afraid (or maybe, I am a little afraid), but what I hate about it is that it reminds me that I am alone, that the world spins and, here I am, in the middle of everything, alone, without anyone who would make me feel that I will not be lost.

I’m starting to appreciate the color blue again. I am cross processing photos to make them blue. Now, I am writing about the color. I used to love blue and green back in elementary, but now, I love white. Then, blue knocked on my door, wanting me to have him back. Blue is a cool color. It reminds me of the tranquility of the sea. It makes me remember the chillness of the early morning. It makes me wanna cuddle with my pillow. Actually, it gives me the same effect the rain gives. Blue is becoming a color that affects me. I don’t know why.

I’d say we toast for the good times and the bad. It has to be a package. Without one, the other doesn’t make complete sense. Let’s celebrate both, I guess, you and I. Let’s celebrate together.

I cannot not commit mistakes because that’s my shot at improving myself. I cannot not endure pain for someone I love, especially or whether or not the person deserves that. I cannot not express what I feel because, if I keep it to myself, I might explode. I cannot not be sad because that’s how I could distinguish the unique feeling of happiness. And I cannot not fall even if I become stupid and get hurt over again in the end.

I like the rain not because it could hide my tears. The cold weather usually makes us long for that person even more. It makes us want to curl up in bed and shed some tears, reminiscing the days that have been part of the best memories. The coldness sends this sensation of unbearble nostalgia. The raindrops hitting the window knock only to remind us of the pain that we have been escaping from. But I like the rain despite that because it might be the only way to wash away my misery. I hope it could.

Remember things. Remember how things used to be. Do not get used to forgetting things that have already slipped in the time frame. Mind people and events. Treasure memories. Save the past from being forgotten forever.

Crush, please don’t ignore me just because the people close to you hate me for reasons that I don’t even know. I mean, I tried talking things over, but they wouldn’t respond. I did my part, didn’t I? So please don’t hate me, too.

Go ahead and give people the chance that they beg for. After all, what shall matter is not the chance that you’d give but how they would make the best out of it. Give people chances even if they seem to commit the same mistakes, but do not hold on too much to the promises they make after every chance is given. Just wait until they’re done, just so you wouldn’t be hurt again and again as well in the process.

Maturity is not something that we could force out of our shells, but at the very least, by being very understanding in the smallest of things, by seeing everything in all perspectives, by not dealing things with anger right away, and by being fair to our judgment, we can somehow try and work our way to being mature once and for all. There’s no rush, though.

I think that it is a little unfair for people to hate those bloggers who use their good looks to appeal to people. Well, of course, I am not defending them because I am one (obviously, I am not one of them), but we usually show people what we can offer, right? Those who think they can write flood us with words that trap us into a dimension of prose and poetry. Singers give us covers of the hardest songs to sing. Artists would offer vexel arts, fan signs, doodles, and artworks that are all orgasmic to the eye. Photographers capture things and places while giving us a whole new take of it in just a shot. We use our potentials for us to be liked by people. Those who are good looking are given that, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with using it. Sure, they can attract people, but in the end, it will always be up to us if we will be lulled into liking them just because of the superficial. Don’t hate them as long as they are not abusing what they have. Hate those who see just what’s on the outside because, somehow, people should realize that there is more to life than just that.

I hate it when people have issues about me and they don’t address their problems to the right person, i.e., well, me. I think that, without trying to claim that we are mature enough for everything, I think that we have grown just enough to be able to talk things over. If we have a problem with one person, instead of blabbing it out to everybody else without solving anything, it would be way easier to tell your concern directly to the person in the calmest way possible. In case the person in question would not respond and would not want to discuss matters, then, at the very least, you did your part.

I had a great time. I laughed and I meant every chuckle. It wasn’t as if I was trying to sound interested when, the truth is, I am not. In fact, I am too interested and eager that I already fell.