I tried my best to convince myself this is how my life rolls. Tried so damn hard to have faith in you, in me and even in God’s plan. Don’t people say everything happened for a reason? If it’s true, so this is one of God’s insane plan for me, right? And as we all know, God is the best scriptwriter, the best architect. So who the hell am I to say God’s plan is wrong?
I could only tell myself, maybe this is the best time to learn about ikhlas, and to forgive. Maybe I should learn about it in a hard way.
Crap. Crapity crap.
I have nothing else to say. Paulo Coelho once said writing is the best way to empty his mind and fulfill his heart. But it turns out it doesn’t work for me. After a few months hiatus, this is all I can write. I have many things to say, but I don’t know how to say it. I can’t find the right word to depict how I feel right now.
I could only tell myself, maybe this is the best time to learn about ikhlas, and to forgive. Maybe I should learn about it in a hard way.
Crap. Crapity crap.
I have nothing else to say. Paulo Coelho once said writing is the best way to empty his mind and fulfill his heart. But it turns out it doesn’t work for me. After a few months hiatus, this is all I can write. I have many things to say, but I don’t know how to say it. I can’t find the right word to depict how I feel right now.
I just have to hold on, right? Hold on, waiting for the help that is on the way.
The worst part is I don't know that holding on is hard, this hard...
Not now but soon, the most beautiful light will wake us to pillow fighting excitement
(Imogen Heap, Not Now but Soon)
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