Intended to do my fyp today but was mostly sickish the whole day. Spent most of the day lying and sleeping in the refuge of the water.

Thought about many things as usual.

Friends are a hard topic for me. Wish I didn't have to be this way. And I wondered as well, would it be worth it? If I pressed on, without knowledge of the end. Would we walk down the years together? Would we be a passing memory in each others diaries? Would we be a grudge of broken dreams and promises?

Recent inspiration I pondered. Would you still be with someone if there'll be 99 days of heartache but 1 day of true love.

Knowing the final day of true love, we'll know that it'll be worth it. For that 1 day of true love outweighs the suffering and pain. The joy outshines the pain, making it worthwhile. And it's surely a beautiful thing, probably makes a good story to tell too.

But then what if you couldn't saw an end, the other side of it? There's a path to take, but a shroud of mist guarding it. Pebbles and sharp rocks strewn all over the ground. Uncertainty lies ahead. Nobody knows how long the path stretches on. You can only so imagine what the prize might be.

Some people skip past for a safer bet. Some grab the opportunity regardlessly. Some tread cautiously. Some turn back halfway. Some lose hope. Some stop after finding something likable. Some steer off-course. Some lose strength at the final hurdle.

Only a few make it to the end, with an achieving taste of joy and well saying the journey was worth it all. A declaration only boldly made by those who experienced the arduousness. Like a career built on hardwork and perseverance. A university/college entry earned by endless academic mugging. The flavour of a treasured friendship battered by bouts of conflicts and difficulties. Isn't that the morale behind every grand story, an inspiration for what we couldn't or in fact, didn't do.

The paths we take determine the stories of our lives. Dont live in regrets, wishing you would have done something different. Nothing is impossible when there's a will. However big or wide or long an obstacle, if you really want to cross it, you'll be dam sure to find one across somehow. Some paths have heavier burdens but the end of it is always worth it, always. Let faith and love take your hands and guide you through the pain.

Labels: frenz, love, thoughts

Intended to do my fyp today but was mostly sickish the whole day. Spent most of the day lying and sleeping in the refuge of the water.

Thought about many things as usual.

Friends are a hard topic for me. Wish I didn't have to be this way. And I wondered as well, would it be worth it? If I pressed on, without knowledge of the end. Would we walk down the years together? Would we be a passing memory in each others diaries? Would we be a grudge of broken dreams and promises?

Recent inspiration I pondered. Would you still be with someone if there'll be 99 days of heartache but 1 day of true love.

Knowing the final day of true love, we'll know that it'll be worth it. For that 1 day of true love outweighs the suffering and pain. The joy outshines the pain, making it worthwhile. And it's surely a beautiful thing, probably makes a good story to tell too.

But then what if you couldn't saw an end, the other side of it? There's a path to take, but a shroud of mist guarding it. Pebbles and sharp rocks strewn all over the ground. Uncertainty lies ahead. Nobody knows how long the path stretches on. You can only so imagine what the prize might be.

Some people skip past for a safer bet. Some grab the opportunity regardlessly. Some tread cautiously. Some turn back halfway. Some lose hope. Some stop after finding something likable. Some steer off-course. Some lose strength at the final hurdle.

Only a few make it to the end, with an achieving taste of joy and well saying the journey was worth it all. A declaration only boldly made by those who experienced the arduousness. Like a career built on hardwork and perseverance. A university/college entry earned by endless academic mugging. The flavour of a treasured friendship battered by bouts of conflicts and difficulties. Isn't that the morale behind every grand story, an inspiration for what we couldn't or in fact, didn't do.

The paths we take determine the stories of our lives. Dont live in regrets, wishing you would have done something different. Nothing is impossible when there's a will. However big or wide or long an obstacle, if you really want to cross it, you'll be dam sure to find one across somehow. Some paths have heavier burdens but the end of it is always worth it, always. Let faith and love take your hands and guide you through the pain.

Labels: frenz, love, thoughts