February 16, 2014
**WARNING: The content of these certain pack of words are written by my mind. If you're interested to find out how i think and what I do feel free to proceed, if not--see you then. :)
Though what’s meant to be said shall find a way to ease one’s being. Words spoken can never be taken back. Time’s constraint can never be treasured responsibly. One’s action can never be undone. One mistake leads one to disappointment. Selfishness can mould one’s being into a nightmare. An act of goodness shall be remembered forever. An act of idiocracy leaves one regretting. One’s courage can put up to a thousand folds. A sacrifice and a harsh decision makes you stronger. Growing up means making the right decisions and knowing what the right thing to do this time is. Growing up means understanding everything now. Accepting one’s destiny is the cause of one’s faith. You choose what’s right, and what you choose leads you to your path. A multi-way path is freely chosen by one—but only one path can be chosen one at a time. Some strings that dangle from your connections can either be pulled out or remained. Letting go may be hard, but the experience that one has felt shall only be remembered on how it feels exactly. Crying is one way to ease up your emotions, although it doesn’t solve anything but at least you’ve let all your burden and pain out despite keeping them in which I heard wasn’t very healthy. Your love can be shared, it is as vast as the open sea; what’s wrong is only the mind that controls you which keeps your heart from opening up to others. Forgiveness is a very hard thing to do. Crushes can ease up your neurotransmitters and blame dopamine and oxytocin on that.
I’m just writing these all up because I’m pretty excited on what’s going to happen on this bonus chapter of the semester. Things like these always happen the time when the semester is almost over. Things like getting to know each other leads to the end of the school days where both of you can’t see each other for months. The connection might be lost. You and that person might be busy. Another summer is yet to come. Knowing each other can be tricky. But there’s no room for false hope. If both of you are the right ones to each other, then destiny is yet to be carved which will find a way to keep you both close. Closeness. Sometimes I think that I’m a writer, a composer, an artist, a director, a leader, a secretary, and a president… no, no not a president. When somebody tells you something does it lead you somehow to something? I know a lot of things to do. Although I’m not quite sure of who I really am. I don’t know how I act between other people. I don’t know how stupid I look whenever I feel doing something stupid. I tend to write a lot of things nowadays. I enjoy reading them despite myself ever believing that I’m the ones that wrote them. I’m writing from my mind. My mind’s the one narrating to what I have to write. There aren’t a lot of things I’ve written but I’m pretty sure it had consumed a lot of pages now. If you read these things, I don’t know if they’d give you knowledge or moral lessons—but just in case. If ever I’m gone, people can read the things I’ve written. The things that are treasured in various folders from the computer. I’ve written things that I’ve done and what I like. The things I’ve experienced in life. Most of them are about crazy crushes. A lot of them are about crazy crushes. I enjoy reading it because I enjoy the feeling despite of pain. Having a lot of friends is useful and it keeps you warm. As what I’ve learned from my teacher, Hell isn’t a place of fire but a place of ice. Heaven is what you call a place of fire because what you feel there is warmth and not cold. The opposite of love is apathy. Apathy is not feeling anything at all to this person. Not feeling anything meaning: no attraction, no care, no hate, no love, no everything. If one person still feels the hatred among another person, you still love this person. Hard to understand right? Me neither. I just learned that from our teacher. Anyways, as life tends to get a little interesting, I end up writing them because things like these never gets old. It can be treasured for ages. I’m sure I might regret that I wrote these things but hey—it’s just seeing the old me. It makes me realize that this girl was the one who wrote this. I was the one who wrote it before. It means that I really did something crazy, something funny and idiotic. But hey, that’s who I am. People can hate me, people can love me, and people can care about me. It’s a big thing to do when you care about someone. Sometimes it ends up hurting you and disliking this person. In the end, if you put up so much hatred in yourself and not letting other people get in. I tell you, you’re very selfish. Selfish is the word. You’re not thinking about what other people think but only what you think. It’s a matter of choice. If you choose to be like this then that’s fine by me. But is it healthy for you? Does it make you happy? Define happiness. It can be achieved through love and what you’ve done. It’s what you do to other people. It’s being selfless. It’s thinking about others instead of yourself. Erase all the things that devoured your mind and soul. Stop saying “What about me?” Serving is gratitude, you don’t have to think about yourself always you have to think about others too. Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote from my subconscious mind. Great ideas escape me as it is written here. I’ll tell you the story when I get a chance. I need to experience things right now before writing one. This is just a tiny piece of what you can know from me and my life as I’m still living. It’s my fingers that typed these words. It’s me who wrote what you’re currently reading. Nobody can define oneself. It’s very hard. Only others can define you easily. It’s a hard task for you. If you’re not me who’s reading this right now, what kind of person am I? So far, what am I to you? Do I know you? Well then, ask yourself the same thing.
Buh-bye now. I have to eat breakfast x3
-y e k k i
