Somehow, compound years of existence has been a profitable and exciting one. Though the ride was never easy, and sometimes, even gripping the idea of not waking up the next day and still happy thinking ‘bout it, I never had the spare time to wonder why it all had to happen.. Technically, God has never been “that generous” to me unlike some lucky fellows there who seems to be endowed by fate anything they ever wished for in living. But I just love each thing he has provided me. He never made me perfect. Moreover, made me feel blessed and contented with myself… And it has taken me over years to fully understand the purpose and the meaning of all these. Of what they so-called L-I-F-E…There are those people who have crossed my life, some are still in it while others just vanished similar to a lost balloon as the poem I once made, modifies. But all of them, regardless of how they treated me in the past and how they’re still treating me as of this moment, is an inch of a blessing.. I may not sound as gratified as I really am, but I know deep inside, am trying to thank all of them in silence. They’re my sunscreen. Life without them could be nothing but more hellacious than this world could ever offer. Maybe I’m just too glad they entered the orbit of my world….
Experiences in life are the second main thing. For others, it’s as bare as things they’ve done or what happened to them in a daily basis. But for me, it is what defines me… Everything I do is a reflection of me and every word I utter leaves a distinction of who I really am. Strident but deep. Explicit yet refined… Spirited however anxious… Wild but innocent. We execute things for a reason. And we are responsible to all of that. Every performance has an audience and every stroke has an impacting result. We are judged the way we want to be judged.
A lot of individuals, may it be a friend or someone who barely know my name, judge me cruelly. For all the things that came my way before, I know I won’t let anyone read me just like an open book…
Perhaps what I am simply trying to impart here is the fact that I hate being judged without enough determinable basis. But that point of anger will do no effect on people who never ceases to demean others. Maybe it’s their defense mechanism to cover up their millions of insecurities. And I mean MILLIONS for that matter. Change is far from reality holding on to that “claptrap idea” that putting other people down will somehow raise them up… I have no recourse but listen to them instead.
Nothing and no one can stop me from doing what I wanna do inspite of criticism and denigration I’ve been getting. I live my life as I want it to and I know that in every step, whatever I do, may it be good or bad, I am the one accountable when I come across the real judgment, with the “real” judge, the greatest man up there…+
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