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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

as we try harder and harder to get our lives going, we realise it gets harder and harder for us...especially when things don't go your way for too long. when you've tried so hard but in the end it doesn't really matter at all.

when i think of the loss. of a friend. a once playmate and confidante. it saddens me, how we live our lives thinking of better lives. working towards a better future. accumulating wealth for the so-called tomorrow. concentrating so hard. too hard to earn a living and forgetting...forgetting the one fact that your tomorrow may not be mine. i may not have a tomorrow. i may be history come tomorrow. we look towards a future that may not even arrive.

i used to think i could direct my life. that i could be the maestro in my life. but i cannot. no one can. we are but seekers of a certain unknown future.

it is scary to hope and continue to hope for things that have failed you once and twice before. but it becomes sad when you begin to hope that your hope will diminish so that nothing can come close to breaking you apart anymore.

and there are fleeting moments before that i've let my thoughts wonder to where it should not. and now those fleeting moments are plenty and seem to linger on for far longer than they should. those corrupted thoughts and unheard ponderings. a million and one things that can race through your mind in the middle of a mundane day to day chore. and the best part of it all is that nobody will realise what you're thinking of.

our lives can never be perfect but we always try to make it better. it falls short of our expectations at times but the experiences count to a fully enriched life. and when our lives peak we ought to dwell in that moment and let the joy manifest. because we never know when it'll begin to dip again. and how horribly life can turn out to be.
-cheryl
12:47 AM





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