Maybe i am thinking too much or getting ahead too quick. But i have chosen this path and i should accept my fate. If i screw up, so be it. Apologize and move on.
I have no time to cry over spilled milk.
Clean it up and put the bottle back. Everytime when i am met with failure, it hurts my pride and ego. But somehow i have gotten used to it. I have accepted my fate.
My failures, failed PSLE, failed Mother tongue, failed A Maths, failed relationships, failed in my occupation.
FAILURE! FAILURE! I am damaged goods.
People driving big cars. Taking cabs during peak periods. Flying 1st class. Envious? So what?
I am valued at this state, so i should appreciate it and work harder. Admit that i deserved this. I chose this way of life.
If i want a better life, then give it a good fight, try and try and try again. There is a chance that i will be trying for the rest of my entire life.
When it ends. Well at least i can tell Him. I have done my best. You gave me the opportunity and well… at least i can present to you only life experiences and nothing more. My life is filled with it. Just like this journal. Capturing intrinsic parts of my life.
MY LIFE WORK. MY TREASURE. It may not yield me material wealth well but at least it has given me wealth through experiences.
School of hard knocks, is what gives me the goal to wake up everyday.
I want to make mistakes and i want to learn.
MAD MAD MAD! But i like being crazy. It gives me relief.
Cheers to a mad life.