Fate

Heeya. I miss this blog a lot, & I just had to post something because I feel like I left the blog rusting for long. Though I don't write well, I just miss how I usually compose poems & essays before to express my sadness and whatnots. Anyways, I just found an old essay on my ipod so I think it is qualified to be posted here. Hehe. Goodnight!

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People run away from things they are supposed to face. People hide, and people back out of fate. They always move towards the direction against where they are supposed to spend their journey. They veer from the voyage where they rightfully belong. It doesn’t seem right, but it seems realistic. This is the world – the home of human beings… beings that aren’t perfect, and beings that, most of the time, make imperfection an excuse not to do what is right.

I have been a victim of lies and dramas. I have been a target for tricks and fools. I have been what everybody else has, and I have been there to learn, not to hurt.

We all experience pains and snags –

We all get ditched by our friends; somebody rang over the phone, wants to talk to you, and invite you over a party hey ho, hey ho, but you have to spare a lot of gold and efforts, and still you go ‘cause he’s a friend. One day, you we’re discarded by your lover and you call over that friend who invited you to a party so you would have somebody to comfort you, but he makes the worst excuses ‘cause he doesn’t feel like going out. Yeah right, whatever!

We all go through the ache of falling in love… with the bad guy, if not, the wrong one. No, I mean the wrong time. You give your all, you love the most, you surrender your heart, give up everything you have, but in the end, it’s either he finds somebody else hotter and prettier than you, or he simply falls out of love. Same old stories, one takes away the smiles, and the other weep for the pains.

We all know how it feels in failing a grade. Well for the jerks? Maybe getting a grade that doesn’t suffice their expectations. You do your best, you study well, you research a lot, and in the end, your professor’s basis of giving a rating is just how much he likes, or, how much you look good, or otherwise.

We all get scolded. You wanted to go out with your peers but you mom and dad didn’t allow you. It’s because you’re mamsie & pappy are just too 60’s or they’re just so strict, or they’re just so overprotective or this and that. Pick your choice.

No matter what difficulties you make a story with, no matter how many times you share it to others, everybody has the same darn stories. You exist, you suffer, you get happy, and tada! You live. That’s life, hassles aren’t just a part of a test, it is simply a part of life. What’s important is after you have been taken down, you still struggle of standing up.

Well, no matter how I have been betrayed, hurt, and undignified, I am still me, and it’s still my life. That is what makes me, ME. J