You'd think that it's easy being me. Well, can't really blame you for that because it does appear to be so most of the times. Throughout these years I've been learning how to control my emotions and it does seem in this case that I've done a pretty good job haven't I?It's been quite a while since I last posted anything to my blog but today I'm not here for the sake of updating. "Many a time words that we don't mean get said; those that we do, they kept buried deep inside" (Myself, 2012). Have you ever wondered why our mouths can talk for so long and so eloquently yet only so little of which came out are meaningful? I can say for one that most often than not we talk faster than we actually think, that's why.
If there's one thing that I know for sure about life it'd be that you can never judge a book by its cover, just as pictures of most people found on Facebook can never be trusted. Let me give you another example: The tears coming out from a person's eyes could be brought about by joy and a person who is smiling could be hiding pain away. Having said all that, perhaps life should have a fine print on it that goes:"For illustration purposes only, actual product may vary."
Asked myself a question today regarding the significance of me babbling all these while since I always say what people want to hear and avoid those that are shunned or unpleasant to the ears. You can say that I have more than one face but I like to think of myself as truthful in a way. What is the point of starting an argument which I can foresee will only lead to endless predicaments and no conclusion whatsoever? Isn't life hard enough at times? Nevertheless, you'll be able to sense it if I like you or otherwise because I couldn't care less to put up a facade in front of others, more so if you are someone that I do not have a liking to. But what about the ones whom I love or appreciate?
The fact is: the more I like someone, the more I would keep a distance from them for fear of hurting each other. Now don't take this the wrong way for those who I always hang out and do crazy things with are in no way people whom I dislike, it just wouldn't make sense if that's the case. What I mean to say is that behind all the lame jokes and cruel remarks lies a vulnerable heart longing for a sense of belonging which lasts for eternity. When I am down on my knees I need someone to lift me up; when I don't think that I can go on anymore I need someone there to whisper strength unto me; merely the thought of this person is able to work miracles on me. I shouldn't be too demanding they say, yet nobody likes to have too many regrets in life and so do I.
I am grateful because wherever I go I've met with many helpful individuals, without which I would've broken down beyond repair. I'm also thankful for all the things that God has granted me, including the trials and tribulations along the way meant for me to go through and come out as a better person.
Long is the road,
heavy is the load;
Dark is the night,
where is the light?
Do what is right,
stand up and fight;
It'll come into sight,
a future that's bright.
Fear not of plight,
pray for wisdom and might;
For the shepherd will goad,
and relieve you of your load.
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