There’s not much work to do today while I was in the office.
So I read some entries I posted way back and laughed whenever I see errors or
cheesy things I wrote. However, I didn’t change those because I felt like they
were part of my development. I wasn’t born a writer so why should I be expected
to write perfectly? And then I thought of why I like to write and I was able to
come up with a little something. I just thought It was somehow creative so I’m
posting it here:
When the heart is heavy and the eyes are clouded with tears,
When the chest would want to burst but the mouth could not
speak loud enough to be heard,
I would seek solitude and confess through a pen and paper.
When the head is cluttered with thoughts and never-ending
Or when the soul is in ecstasy because of a certain
I would pen them down and note my life’s progression.
we love, we get hurt. We get hurt because sometimes our partners don’t treat
us the way we want to be treated. Then we engage into fights with them. We blame them for their misbehavior yet we often forgive them for their transgressions and we hope
that they will change for the better. However, when the change we are expecting
them to do doesn’t come, maybe it’s time to fight with ourselves and blame us
for letting them do it to us. When we feel we are not treated right, tendency
is, wereally are being oppressed. By
then it’s time to do something for ourselves. We should be brave enough to let
go and move on. After all, we should not settle for less than what we deserve.