When thought what I wanted to be when I grew up, I never had the answer.
I just wanted to be happy.
I'm never good at anything but maybe I'm the best at being happiest.
But... Doing something thats not you constantly, takes a toll on you. It gets tiring, and all you wanted to do is close your eyes and sleep.
I wanted to run away, but reality is where your feet is. I couldn't.
Maybe... If I tried really hard, I can be like others.
No.
The cruel world doesn't work like that. My works brings me nothing but fatigue. The attention I long seek, the acknowledgement flew in the wind.
Life is not a show with a happily ever after. Life is cruel and merciless. The past is painful, the future is scary, and for most part, no one cares.
But life is your own story to unravel. Life brings surprises at every corner if you look for it. The present is where you live to make it happen. The present determine what you made different with the past, and what will happen in the future. When no one cares, it shows who is real and who is fake.
Even online, even when someone cares enough to talk to you when you are at the lowest. That stranger is the one that cared most for you at the moment.
These..sappy things I spout.. Are just sappy things, but if it helps me keep going then what's the harm?
I'm nothing but a grain of sand in a wide beach, but the sands are whats keeping the water from killing everyone, the sands are the ones housing hatching baby turtles, the sands are the ones supporting you when you step. I'm nothing on my own, I've yet to learn trust, but give me hands.
I wanted to change the world. I'm weak. I wanted to make a difference. I'm weak. On my own, I am nothing. I'm scared. I'm afraid, but I wanted to achieve this. Even one person is enough, if not the whole world.
This is just my wishful thinking, but it's the best expression of my feelings I have.
