Twelve years ago, I was like dancing with noiseless music. Trying to see the world that was encasing me, I was taught how to creep from a distance. I remember how I would watch the children play --- their laugh, footsteps, very remarkable. However, I was weak and just too afraid to be wounded so always, I would just gaze at them from a distance.
Secluded in my own miniature paradise, I secretly built my dreams and kept my frustrations. No one knew when misery is encasing me --- no one. I pledged that I would be strong and that there would be no space for grief. Life is a battle and one needs to play hard, I said.
Then reality took in. Life should not be like that. Failures are already given in the equation hence, learn to deal and live with it. Experience is always the best teacher, they say, and so heed. Never make the same mistake in any circumstance and do not ever rationalize a stupid action you have done. Never deny your crime. Do not overlook a good kiss just to please somebody’s ignorance. Never rush into growing old. Enjoy your childhood --- it is priceless. Value the gray hair on your head --- its worth reminiscing. Learning to love others is not thorny but it takes a while to love your own self. Life is a journey and love is part of that process.
Its never late to relish the present --- laugh, speak up, live, love, keep burdens away, get intoxicated, party all night, smoke in, smoke out, be crazy, yell, whisper, kiss, play, and swear if things sucks!
