The road we are taking may seem to be so long, but just before we see it coming, we are already at the end of it. Then, we realize we needed to decide which way to go. One road might take us to the right place, and one might drive us to the wrong one. But in the end, it’s not the road that’s defining us, but the the decision we made.

The road we are taking may seem to be so long, but just before we see it coming, we are already at the end of it. Then, we realize we needed to decide which way to go. One road might take us to the right place, and one might drive us to the wrong one. But in the end, it’s not the road that’s defining us, but the the decision we made.

I have been desperately longing to come to this point of time when I will finally sleep the night away and wake up to the day I’ve waited the most.

Waiting is over.

Sometimes, I just feel like I’m stuck in a huge quicksand where there’s no easy escape.

Where even the most desperate way of getting out, will only have me swallowed to its depth.

I just happen to have chewed it over today. Realizing I was just depriving myself the simple pleasures of being happy in this life. I worried about things too much, I overthought, I pushed myself down, had myself depressed, made rooms for negativities and never even had a single hope in myself.

I guess I should start worrying less, and appreciate more. Cradle positivities and eventually, happiness will adhere.

I’ve been having terrible nights of not being able to sleep lately. I’ve become too fed up with bunch of things drifting around my head, corrupted with frights, longings and despair. They keep coming back every so often. They don’t seem to calm me down.

Fears are swallowing my beautiful mind. I don’t know what’s going to happen for the next days and weeks.

I’m afraid I might just have my sanity lost.

That’s always how things flow in my life;

I’m always the one doing much efforts. I’m always the one taking risks.
I’m always the one waiting, expecting for nothing.
I’m always the one who’s out of luck. I’m always the one unfavored.
I’m always the one unnoticed.
I’m always the one taken for granted.

Sometimes I just see myself in an overripe fruit, people don’t always realize every ounce of best I can offer them deep inside my appearance, it’s just easy for them to toss it all away.

And even if how much I try more than what’s enough to outrun things in the best way that I could, it’s still as if it was not or should I say, never was enough.

I guess, I’ll be like this.

Someone who is rejected in everything that he loves.

Things just happen the way we don’t want them to happen, even much worse.

It’s like riding a bicycle. At first you never knew how to have the wheel going and how to keep your balance, that’s why on your way to learning you always had that someone giving you a hand. 

Time eventually came, when you finally set your dependence away because you had to do it on your own. You were set free, and you realized you we’re doing it. You had it work all by yourself.

You have your own eyes to see things at your own lenses. You have your own my mind that weighs things to sustain your balance. You have your own hands to take grip of things and manage to control them on your own and you have your own feet to push your pedals and get drifted to wherever your dreams fathom the best of you. 

There will be times when you fall, and lose your break, but the confidence you’ve gained all along, will make you rise up. 

That’s what you’ve become. The old coward child just trying to learn how to ride that bicycle, now growing up riding things on his own.

Life has gotten you at this point when you’re about to face what is in store for you. 

I have never been this happy about going to sleep before, I’ve never been so excited knowing that tomorrow’s another day, that each day that I wake up it will bring me closer and closer to the day I anticipate the most.

I’ve never been this desperate about wanting time to run fast.