Sunday, 20 February 2011
Life Is Such
It's funny how things turn out the way they do, especially when you least expect it. Life is not a bed of roses. And that in my opinion, is The Maker's way of sculpting us into the unique individuals we are. Every failure, downfall, disaster or loss we experience builds our character. If i may put it in a crude way, i would liken it to how a deep laceration leaves a sexy scar.
People often complain. Shit, there is a beetle in my room. I'm sorry, i got distracted. Yes, people complain way too frequently. Why? Is it so hard to just STFU and appreciate the things that they are blessed with? I am not trying to be a saint here. I admit i have my fair share of complains too.
Shit happens for a reason. Instead of deeming it's the end of the world, we should learn to convert the energy of angst and despair to courage and strength to move on. Earth will not stop or slow down for you and the sun will continue to rise from the east. Life is too short to be complaining and worrying about things beyond our control.
I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. There are 2 paths to take. The first is to end your life, and the second is to tell yourself, "This too, will pass."
I chose the latter. What did not kill me, made me stronger.
People often complain. Shit, there is a beetle in my room. I'm sorry, i got distracted. Yes, people complain way too frequently. Why? Is it so hard to just STFU and appreciate the things that they are blessed with? I am not trying to be a saint here. I admit i have my fair share of complains too.
Shit happens for a reason. Instead of deeming it's the end of the world, we should learn to convert the energy of angst and despair to courage and strength to move on. Earth will not stop or slow down for you and the sun will continue to rise from the east. Life is too short to be complaining and worrying about things beyond our control.
I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. There are 2 paths to take. The first is to end your life, and the second is to tell yourself, "This too, will pass."
I chose the latter. What did not kill me, made me stronger.
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