When I have a problem, I don't usually spill it on my friends. I don't know why I don't feel comfortable sharing my struggles – I mean, I feel like I'm being a burden. Besides, most people needs more of someone that will listen to them. That made me conclude that, they don't have time to at least hold my dilemma even just for a second because their hands are already full of their own struggles. I like listening to them anyway, I'm more than happy knowing that someone trusts me with their deepest melancholies.
But sometimes, whether I want it or not — I explode because I'm keeping a lot to myself for too long. Nobody will see me but my mother, and I can't help but just deal with my word vomit. My mother never disappoints me.. she listens to me. Like magic, I don't feel alone anymore. Her words are cure — I feel empowered. I can tell everything without a filter because I'm not scared that someone will judge me nor betray me. I'm just so grateful.
On the other hand, there are times that no matter how heavy I feel - I'm certain that I need to address it myself. I learned that I need to find solace on my own because not everyone can be available all the time. With God's guidance and grace, I'm still here .. hopeful and blessed. Life's not a perfect book nor movie but I always get through it. I know, God is always with me.
Rain
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NonfiksiIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
