Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Life can't be perfect...

Life is just like sand and sea, though picture perfect, they cannot really be that beautiful. You cannot hold anyone of these on your palm and you really cannot stay on it for too long... Everyday, I always have a chance to see the sand and the sea... and I am getting sick of it... but that was the consequence... it is either you stay in Manila and see unholy scenes or stay somewhere else where you see nothing but odd things...

There are times in our life where we get frustrated of a never ending feeling of today and tomorrow were just like yesterday and the other day. And in my case, frustration on the peak and tiredness has reached the maximum limit... And after a day of rest, everything seems to restart and then repeat again. This makes it hard for me to decide if shall I be going or not... Add to it the factors that makes you wither faster: inconsiderate people, if you are being paid enough though you work like a cow, your hyperactive boss, the expectation of insecure people, your back-stabbing "frienemies", and many more. How shall I manage these??? I am getting stressed too much... I am just a young boy who lived on a man's world... shall I go out and do my thing on a young boy's world again???

Why can't be my life be perfect like other people's life??? Why can't I just be happy of what is happening and be thankful for every opportunity that comes. Is it just a test??? Or I am not aware of what some people is planning for me - for my sake or maybe for their glory. This is what I am thinking right now... I'll still keep on working as hard and as best as possible. I am not expecting of any recognition but I am hoping that someone would appreciate the things I am doing.

Like the sand and sea... those aren't compact... no definite shape and size... life for me right now can't be perfect as long as I can figure out how to manage it well... like sand and sea, as long as I can figure out how to hold them together.

Like sand and sea... life right now and life later is different... even for a second.

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