Well, that’s an ambiguous word. Depends on how you perceive it. It can be a good one.
Like when you say, “Will you be my always?”. Oh, boy, you don’t know how happy I was at that time.. That was the happiest memory I had.
Now, where I was.. Oh! Always.. The word always that associate with me the most lately. Also the one that makes me feel like sh*t most of the time.
Why? Why is it that I’m always wrong?
Whenever I do something, all I want is to make you happy. Make me happy. Make us happy. But, all I got was constant nagging.
Not even a grateful word. Only words of reprimanding.
Am I really that useless in your eyes? Can’t I buy the things I want with my own hard earned money? Why..? Even though all I want was to hear you say, “Oh honey.. Thank you.”
That’s what I always long for.. The words of gratitude for the things I bought with the intention of making you, me, us happy…
Is it really too much asking for something so simple like that?
“In the world of beauty and chaos, I found you..”
Love can make you feel everything and more,
From nothingness to something that is rather unexplainable.
Here are strands of thought about love that are divided into two, as follows,
Where love is yet to be revealed and if it has already, it gives you happiness beyond expectation. This kind of love is worth a lifetime, where mutual understanding is involved, and of course, never-ending efforts to keep each other warm, as well.
No matter how much effort you put into something, if it’s not meant to be, it will never be. However, sometimes you just want to make it happen despite the chances, despite the situations. Here are strands of thought about the dark side of love, the side no one wants to cross over, but what else can we do? Sometimes life is just that unfair. Nevertheless, there is always a positive takeaway from the hardest lessons, and our role as individuals is trying to find the silver lining in the most chaotic mess.
When I looked at my LinkedIn page, I saw profiles of my friends from high school and university.
They all looked amazing!
Bla bla bla manager, head manager of bla bla bla, senior manager of bla bla bla, all those amazing titles from their workplace.
And then I saw mine
No amazingly long title
Just simply says,
I stopped and thinking
“Did I make the right choice?”
Because honestly, I was kinda envy them
All of their work looks so important
And the titles are so cool
But then I keep silent
And think again
Till I finally realize
I may only have one simple title
But I contribute in the making those people
The people that will have that so many amazing titles in the future
With that thought in mind,
I felt so damn good
I am a teacher
I may only a teacher,
But I am so proud of what I can do
Shaping future astronauts,
Heck! Even future presidents!
I am a teacher
With no long titles
But I’m proud of my job
And the most important thing is
I love my job
P.S: I know it’s kinda late, but happy teachers day to all amazing teacher out there! You did an amazing job, dear unnamed heroes!
the silent one is just too tired
the one who speaks is just too tired
to keep it all inside
We both fighting our own battle
When sadness came,
give what you have
for those less fortunate than you
I often heard
“Don’t be sad..”
Even I said it sometimes
It’s as if human could control their feelings
with on and off switch
Whats wrong with sadness?
When grief came,
Don’t take too long..
I did things that you can’t comprehend
We both have different minds
And yet we tried to make this work
Arguments are inevitable
I hate it the most when we started arguing
You are so damn stubborn
Clinging onto your logic
and never once you admit that she might be not wrong after all
You always said that I’m the one to blame
I’m the one that lied
I’m the one that fake
Why are you still with me?
If only you could see into my brain
If only you could look into my heart
Then maybe you’ll finally see
Ah.. So what she said was the truth after all
and apparently I’m not the Mr. Always Right
The worst feeling
in the process of searching
is getting lost.
There’s something even worse..
Separated with those who we think having the same destination
We both know
When you put expectation on others
disappointment often became your companion
Not once, nor twice..
Maybe we forget
or just too stubborn