The point is.. to treat it either as a blessing or a lesson.
Happy moments don't last. Material things are temporary. People come and go.
I remember, I used to ask God why? Why do I need to feel the opposite after being happy for a short period of time? Is it a rule that every time I'm happy, I'm supposed to feel bad the next day? Why did God give me those things if it won't last long? Why did God allow me to meet those people if He knows they'll leave me anyway?
It's sort of like a contract. It won't last forever. It doesn't feel right – chilling and uncomfortable, every time a promising chapter turns out to have the most twisted events and scenarios. I thought it was a cheerful story but the plot twist made me perish so suddenly. I thought we're having a love story, it turned out to be a lesson of us being a better version of ourselves– "it's not you, it's me"
Now in the midst of my worries, heartbreaks, and all the heavy load I carry — I know soon it'll pass. Embrace sadness, without it we can't appreciate happiness genuinely. And if people come and go, learn to wipe your tears and let go. Pull yourself together and comfort your mourning soul. Soon, you'll get better.
Scared of the unknown and what ifs, so I told myself, "The point is.. to treat it either as a blessing or a lesson." That way, I can see it as a win win situation.
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