I love to write stuffs like this poured with emotions and thoughts about me and my life. I used to carry my “secret notebook” (well I call it secret because it is some sort of a journal that nobody ever tried to read not until I’m alive)…not really like a diary because I only write when I feel like writing something. On the second thought, I also wanted to write all what’s happening inside me because I want people to read my write- ups just in case I die.(OVER!) Reading my blogs could maybe, just maybe lead to their understanding of who I really am.
Some people write because they cannot express what and how they feel or they cannot give an acceptable reason to why they act strange and different from others or maybe it is beyond their power to tell something that they themselves don’t understand.
Life can be exciting, happy, adventurous, fun, Challenging, boring, exhausting, wasted, gloomy and lost. Life is simply life. What happen in the past, in the present and in the future are history that repeats itself. Problems appear in different forms at unexpected time and place yet at the end of the day you always get the solution. Months will pass another problem will come and then the same process goes. You worry, cry and feel tired yet one day it will be gone.
I was just thinking are those old people that reached ages around 60, 70 or more experienced much more problems than I do? Maybe yes but could possibly be no. The age doesn’t count on how many problems you encountered or how many laughter you busted. When young people like me come to a point of giving up, some would tell that life must go on amidst all the encumbrances that you carry. Absolutely it’s true, we humans individually face our own lives that are filled with various test. But it is innate for humans to feel tired sometimes….so can I have my “sometime” just now?
We are born to have two sides: one is being strong and the other is being weak and it depends on you on how to stand the state of being strong and weak. Bitter as may seem but you only have yourself to make your way out.
Life could sometimes be hard for me and boring but I guess I have to run fast and feel the speed to make my life rolling. I have to jump and fly to feel the rush of blood in my veins….This is life to the extreme!
Ride on baby! Ride on!
