spellbound by mystery

Robert Louis Stevenson: "You can not run away from weakness; you must fight it out... or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?”

I woke up early today without having sufficient hours of sleep; a fact that for all time makes my summer days a little more difficult, as others see it. I had to go to SM MOA to attend this driving orientation. So far, so good – that’s how I find driving. On the road, smooth sailing and the time I shifted gears: F***, inner trembling, then, ouch!!! There must be something wrong with position of the driver’s seat that created dislodgment of some ligaments on my right arm. It’s very painful until now. I can’t push it forward, can’t raise it upward. I had to cancel a chilling session with some people for tonight. Argh, unfortunate events really come.

I feel glad that one person I know isn’t affected by extreme depression of the heart anymore. It has been weeks of lonesomeness with shattered and torn heart. The strong language of freedom was justified, as it should be.

It’s true, we can’t run away from weakness and as we fight it out, it isn’t required just for the world to see how strong we are. There’s really a hero inside of us. It will be one’s choice on how he’ll be able to preserve his determination in balancing the truth of action with freedom, and then carry them out. Eventually, we get to know ourselves fully. Be man enough to achieve something in the end.

Here I am again; I can feel the magnificence of blended words. With the help of my computer, everything in the world seems very easy to be uncovered. Millions of pages to come across; chapters can inspire in many ways.

The human emotion pays no attention to the combination of time and distance. Emotions refuse to engage in motionless everyday routine and forceful attack of worthlessness. Sometimes, the approach of connecting your ideas to someone without restraint gives you a hint on what your need is at the very moment. Mindful about the chances of one particular person who can be vaguely determined to be false, be fake, and that all in-depth conversations declare how wonderful it is for the two of you to find each other. That’s the only thing I accept as true, considered valuable to keep. Why not?

So to you whom I’ve just met:
It’s not some sort of warning, but I tell “you”, my soul isn’t completely vacant. You’ve told me that you’re hopeful looking ahead, expecting me to be there, come across the right time after the so many years of waiting. The waves of my heart are unmanageable, can give in to loveliness right away. Enormous faith is required. One careless move can make a fatal error. Only time will tell. Maybe I need years to prove my thoughts but I think that isn’t the perfect thing to consider at the present.