Life is...

I should be esctatic,no? Shouting for joy,perhaps? Or at the very least,relieved?

I wonder.

Is this going to be the turning point in my life, for something better?
Then why am I ridden with apprehension and fear , for what is to come in the very near future?

Decision making is never easy.
Perhaps, I'm just clutching the string which holds kite oh too tightly.

I sound incoherent. Constipated.
My ability to articulate my emotions and thoughts fails me so sometimes.


Oh well.

If Life is a box of Chocolate, I just hope mine is Godiva.

Now, now , now

Now, the thing about me is that I don't give up.
I may whine, cry, thrash around like a crazy cow when the going gets hard.
But I do not quit. Quitting is for loser.

And I don't intend to be one.

As much as I don't particularly enjoy being prim and stuffy, I do take things seriously.Like my colour of my shoes has to match that of my belt. And the belt can only be buckled at the third hole from the end.

Just kidding, but you get the gist :)

I think I'm sitting at the brink of success, at the edge of insanity.
Pardon me if I come across as incoherent, but I can feel what it is to be the beggining of success, cloaked in the facade of failure,hopelessness and fear.

It's like the fate tempting me to give up, if I dare.
I'm so damn afraid sometimes that i ended up being just as amused.
For I can only be afraid of myself, and my weaknesses.

Perhaps, there can be courage only when there is fear.