(via brokenmachine, blogconfession)
| — | Donna Roberts (via dancingtoalullaby) |
“Sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.”
– Grey’s Anatomy
No. I do not and will never accept that.
So they have coined a new term - from “Ajeje People” to “Jejemon.” Great! Welcome to the world where a chosen few have the right to dictate what’s hot and what’s not, what’s cool and what’s trying hard, what’s sosyal and what’sjologs.
It’s a sad…
Friends let’s bury this issue deep down the ground. There’s no point, i mean people are just reacting from something disturbingly annoying. The worst part is yet to come, when children start copying this nonsense way of writing. Itama nalang po natin yung alam natin at nakikita nating mali. Yun lang, bow>_<
People grow. The kind of person I am now is far too different from the person I was before. I am imperfect I know and so be it, that is why I keep on going. Everyday life gives me a handful of lemons teaching me a lesson. I learn to smile, I learn to weep, I learn to stand, I learn to fall, I learn to love and I learn to overcome pain, I am learning almost everything! That is I opting to be a better person.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Today, a sullen melancholy fills the air. How can goodbyes and we’ll meet again be as easy as a snap of a finger? This just brings me to ponder, ‘tis times like this makes life too difficult to bear.
I am sorry to have brew you into disappointment. What I’ve done was undeniably blameworthy. The seconds, the minutes that you’ve waited isn’t the thing of the matter I know. But perhaps the idea that you’ve invested credence without a second thought of me not showing up to what we agreed the night before you repeatedly reminded me of our plans. I can only blame myself for letting the dominos collapsed into ruins. My irresponsible manner had led our friendship dumbfounded into nothing. It’s saddening to wake up with one piece of my life’s puzzle gone. A friend found-a friend gone, and I can not stand it.
I have always believed that we’re sidekicks, and what we have isn’t just a fair-weather type of friendship. You are special, and I would like to know you better. I would like to assume that what we are experiencing right now is just one of the many misunderstandings and sulkiness that we have to go through in order for us to climb the other side of the fence.
I have never been as comfortable as I am whenever I’m with you, not with anyone else. I love the freedom of telling you what I think, how I feel, and how to behave. All of which gives me blithe to do without any hesitation of being judged. My sincerity has gone way up where I could not remember where I last left it. You are special and I value our friendship. I would like to have you as one of those I’ll be spending a leisure time when the moment black will turn to gray and fast will be slow.
I am sorry to fail you. But I am willing to start all over again if that’s what it takes to win back your trust. I have let the water flowed out of the dam. Acceptance is what I need and a second chance.