Let me ask you. Why do you still make your bed even if you know that you’ll sleep on it again? Why do you still inhale when you’re going to have to exhale again? Why do you still get into the water if you’re going to have to get out of it? Or why read a book or listen to a song if it’s just going to end? What is the point to it all? Ladies and gentleman, that’s the funny thing. You see, the point is to create one. The point of life is to make something out of it. And have we? It’s weird because the only time we’re ever going to answer that is when we die.
Well, what is life all about? Is it what you make it? When I woke up early this morning in bed I felt quite nostalgic. All sorts of realizations collided in one big bang of gallops and horse sounds that I just have to let it all out. I asked myself again, what’s life all about? What have I been doing with my life? I scanned my room then there I found the answer: The fan said be cool. The roof said aim high. The window said see the world. The clock said every minute is precious. The mirror said reflect before you act. The calendar said be up to date. The door said push hard for your goals. The floor said kneel down & pray. Yes, I'm actually having my moment when my mom suddenly went to my room. Mom: Anak, may pasok ka pa. Bangon na diyan. I mentally snapped out of my reverie. Talk about spoil of the moment. Haha! Me: Aga pa mommy, later na. 5 mins. (I'm procrastinating too much. I had only 40 mins to prepare where in fact I am a turtle when it comes to prepping up and all that) Mommy: Ok sige 15 minutes. (Then she exited to my room) See how considerate she is? Love you Mom. Lol. That's life for me. You get to appreciate small things. It’s simple. But it’s a start. And every big thing starts with small things, right? I really love when I spent alone hiding when I can forget the world and let butterflies multiply inside me and let warmth spread throughout appendages to disregard an early morning chill. Spirit of Christmas. So yea, need to preppin' up. Shut down my lappy. Temptation is a b*tch. I have class today. Boring. :\ (I actually wrote this yesterday) Someday, I’ll fly to Paris on a plane with someone dear to me. With me would be my camera, empty luggage and lots and lots of cash. I will buy new clothes, buy everything vintage and get on with my life in an old hotel with a good reputation. I will eat using fancy dinnerwares and below chandeliers. I will take a million pictures of the Eiffel tower both at day and at night and make myself comfortable even for a day. But until then, I shall continue wishing. And wishing. And wishing.I wish you goodluck. You’re getting the silent treatment from now on. It’s going to be there for a long, long time. And it’s not going anywhere. Assuming I did soften up, which by the way, I hope wouldn’t happen, let’s continue pretending I don’t care. Let’s continue pretending you don’t exist and I can’t hear you or see you or have anything to do with you. I know I’m selfish for acting this way. But you have to be, in some cases. And I know it’s inappropriate to say this but let this be my last demand; don’t make me feel guilty. I’m doing this because I’m tired. I’m tired of losing a game you’re winning. I’m tired of losing a game I don’t know I was even playing. Now, you crossed the line. So game on, sucker.
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