getting something you keen of having isn't easy as it sounds.. out there, some would kill to get a potful of rice; in fact, you'll be lucky to even have a potful of it.. many would know how extreme they could be just to achieve something at the level which put them to where they belong.. elevate? yes, everyone would love to be elevated.. a promotion, a better life-style, a bigger house, an expensive car, a big-scale business..of course, who wouldn't want to.. there's a lot you can achieve when you're elevated; a better satisfaction and self-acknowledgment..
being rough and critical time forces us to think sharp, level up our senses and might losing up our mind a bit.. scary? that's how human are made of.. creepy? i would not say it's even close to be creepy.. and how creepy can you be, we're all the same..! unsettling minds will keeps us on the move, but it's your choice to make such a move: to run away and start over? or to face it until your pride drops you till your last drop of blood? or do we only have two choices in life? to do, or not to do? or as Shakespeare once said, "to be, or not to be?".
often i planned of things i should do, sketch it on a paper just to have an illustrations of actions and consequences of the decisions i've made.. visualizing such actions would prepare me to the consequences, and that would bring me to another sketch of solutions to consequences.. yes, i failed sometimes; which it costs me plentiful of time to gather myself back before getting back on my feet.. standing is one thing, gaining back my confidence with myself is another thing.. and taking my first step after the fall is another.. i would not know when i am succeeding, but i would know when to do another sketch..
these troublesome days are soon going to be over.. soon enough, i'll be standing on my own platform, not just one, maybe billions of platforms which people made for me.. i'll say "i'll keep on standing here, with your head looking up at me and going home with such admiration, eventually you'll fall asleep and dreamed of becoming me..this will continue till the end of your life..!"
i'm sarcastic in my own way.. i'll be mean as much as hell could bring its demon down to earth.. and when you're working hard just like it's never going to end, i'll walk smoothly along the hall with no worries.. you'll keep on thinking with your sissy thoughts, and i'll take those nails and punch it into your head.. i'll be good as God brought down the heavy rain of blessings, but i'm not a saint, i'm not a priest, i'll still put a bullet in your head and a machete on your chest if you choose the wrong word towards me... to those who gave me a dirty face and an awful thoughts, i'll scrape those out with your blood spilling on the floor and i'll fed it to the dogs straying on the streets.. act accordingly to your age, and stop being such a pussy!
being rough and critical time forces us to think sharp, level up our senses and might losing up our mind a bit.. scary? that's how human are made of.. creepy? i would not say it's even close to be creepy.. and how creepy can you be, we're all the same..! unsettling minds will keeps us on the move, but it's your choice to make such a move: to run away and start over? or to face it until your pride drops you till your last drop of blood? or do we only have two choices in life? to do, or not to do? or as Shakespeare once said, "to be, or not to be?".
often i planned of things i should do, sketch it on a paper just to have an illustrations of actions and consequences of the decisions i've made.. visualizing such actions would prepare me to the consequences, and that would bring me to another sketch of solutions to consequences.. yes, i failed sometimes; which it costs me plentiful of time to gather myself back before getting back on my feet.. standing is one thing, gaining back my confidence with myself is another thing.. and taking my first step after the fall is another.. i would not know when i am succeeding, but i would know when to do another sketch..
these troublesome days are soon going to be over.. soon enough, i'll be standing on my own platform, not just one, maybe billions of platforms which people made for me.. i'll say "i'll keep on standing here, with your head looking up at me and going home with such admiration, eventually you'll fall asleep and dreamed of becoming me..this will continue till the end of your life..!"
i'm sarcastic in my own way.. i'll be mean as much as hell could bring its demon down to earth.. and when you're working hard just like it's never going to end, i'll walk smoothly along the hall with no worries.. you'll keep on thinking with your sissy thoughts, and i'll take those nails and punch it into your head.. i'll be good as God brought down the heavy rain of blessings, but i'm not a saint, i'm not a priest, i'll still put a bullet in your head and a machete on your chest if you choose the wrong word towards me... to those who gave me a dirty face and an awful thoughts, i'll scrape those out with your blood spilling on the floor and i'll fed it to the dogs straying on the streets.. act accordingly to your age, and stop being such a pussy!
