playing hide and seek with the damn weather in library
i see some of my classmates here though
busy with their assignments
i'm supposed to be too.
i logged into my facebook with a few very day-brightening posts on my wall.
love it. love my friends to be precise.
i was talking bout the constant tiresome i felt throughout
and then i recalled a short story i read previously
it goes this way:
a dog laid on the ground and accidentally had a nail stab right through it
it started mumbling or you know, "woo woo woo" that kind of
"i-hurt-so-bad" voices are created
a man passed by and asked this old granny(damn, arent granny supposed to be old?why mentioned again?) sat right beside the hurting dog
"EI, the dog is crying for help, how could you ignore it?"
the granny held up her head, adjust her specs, glance over the dog,
very slowly she says:
"OH, it's hurt, but its not that bad until the dog cannot stand.
if it had been too bad and the dog couldnt take it,
the dog itself would stand up and walk away."
yea. i guess this is the answer to my question.
i mean, of course we feel tired. after everything. or else, there wouldnt be need of drugs
but is the tiresome so bad that we couldnt stand anymore?
no. or else i would have really made up my mind and just WALK AWAY.
aint that bad YET.
i'm not a girl like in drama where i have a very ......pity destiny.
i'm an ordinary where i have normal lives and ups and downs of it.
in other words, i'm considered a very-much blessed one.
i'm learning to accept this fact,
that i'm just as ordinary as possible.
and i need not give extra damn.
YEAH!
BTW, i find this article INSPIRING,again, my idol, giddens.
and i'm already planning to write the past me a letter.
discovering some disaster truth
ruining some over daydreams
