Although I feel that way, I still believe that I've somehow contributed to the society. I mourn to those who mourn and celebrate to those who are happy. And then there's that feeling, when you feel like all the people are starting to pack up, and turning the lights off. You wanted to just dissolve into oblivion like when the movie ends, the stories, and your mission gets accomplished as well. I like that. I thought I need to kind of draw a period to something that we want to finish already because we need a break. We need to move on and respond to another's call. Yet still the darkness' silence sometimes turns into disturbing noise. When does it all end? I'm not trying to write an emo-piece here I just want to ask questions that nobody knows how to answer. Maybe it doesn't end, because we sometimes don't want them to end. And that we know that in the midst of all the trials of life, we still shout, "Life is beautiful!"
I have hopes and dreams and wishes that I still want to achieve. Why they're truly a mountain climb. I used to just say, well, I'm just a girl with limitations but now, I'm a woman with insatiable appetite for success. But what is success but just a mere ladder of achievement. Is success supposed to be forever? I don't know. Like computer applications, it seems that everything has that "update" needed. It's like a marathon run, though I haven't tried it, I could feel that those runners just wished they'd reach the finish line. You can't run miles and miles until the finish line without experiencing the hardships, obstacles, loss for breath, and total exhaustion. Is it a celebration for survival or for winning, you might ask. But we all got races to finish somehow. I, for one, had to run faster because if not, I'd probably get lost in my wishful thinkings again. I have a lot of things to do. I had to train myself and become more straightforward, sincere in my speech, and aggressive to advance myself. I have a lot of personality developments to do. I'm tired but I can't afford to lose this game.