sometimes i wonder what drives people out there to live and make a day.
family? career? lovers? sex? money? friends?
God?
have they got no worries? how hard is it for them?
i live enough and appreciated for what i have gotten so far. it was not an easy journey, but hey i survived it through here. i struggled to find the reason of my existence, what i am meant to do.
am i taking the right path? have i gone astray?
do i question too much?
this anxiousness is not without reason, but i keep wondering if it is supposed to be like this.
do i need to change? be more easy-going and laid-back?
i pray. i find my reason to fight. i cry, then turn sober, then worn out.
wake up and continue the routine.
my mood is in grave lately. i cheer myself up, at best, trying to be positive.
i turn the page and it is still blank. is it me to write or will words start to appear?
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start writing, and leave the rest to the Almighty. you know when you know, we're all works in progress :>
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