I don’t know, my tears just won’t stop falling from my eyes; my mind just won’t stop thinking things over; and my will just won’t stop wishing that they hear me out.
Sometimes, there really are things that better be left unsaid; that few words should be enough to give comprehension; that the rest of the puzzle should really be left to the individual to be thought over.
But sometimes, even the supposed closest person to you cannot understand you – for some many unknown reasons. And sometimes, I just try to make myself believe that (1) they’re solipsistic – they think what they say is the rightest thing. (2) They’re just shallow-minded – which I wouldn’t want to make myself believe because they can reason on everything. And (3) they just don’t want to understand what I have in mind because it goes against theirs.
I am an individual of legal age. I can think for myself. I know what’s right from wrong. I know what I like and what I want. I know myself better than anybody. And I never desired anything this much that it almost ruined my “tree of life.”
Never.
That’s why I’ll stand tall and brave. Amidst their bootless accusations upon my being, upon my personality, and upon my character, I’ll prove them wrong. Amidst the curse they’ve bestowed me, I’ll show them invulnerability. And amidst their mistrust unto me, I’ll prove them that I’ve uttered the truth, and only the truth.
I just did what I deemed right after several years of silence, and after countless numbers of patience because of my desire. But what did I get? Doubt! Doubt that almost killed me, doubt that almost atoned me as if I’m the criminal, and doubt that almost broke me down.
But I was able to pull myself together and hold my ground. I will never break down. Or better yet, at least not now. By then, I want to show them my worth, my success, and the outcome of my decision.
Despite of all that happened, I still recognize them as my “tree of life.” I owe them this life that they might have regret. I have long forgiven them; I have long forsaken my wrath against them. I love them, and nolens volens, I’ll take my responsibility on them.
Time never heals… but at least, this time, time would be able to fill the patches bored into my life, my existence, and my destiny.
This is my pledge.
This is my wish.
And this is me.
Sometimes, there really are things that better be left unsaid; that few words should be enough to give comprehension; that the rest of the puzzle should really be left to the individual to be thought over.
But sometimes, even the supposed closest person to you cannot understand you – for some many unknown reasons. And sometimes, I just try to make myself believe that (1) they’re solipsistic – they think what they say is the rightest thing. (2) They’re just shallow-minded – which I wouldn’t want to make myself believe because they can reason on everything. And (3) they just don’t want to understand what I have in mind because it goes against theirs.
I am an individual of legal age. I can think for myself. I know what’s right from wrong. I know what I like and what I want. I know myself better than anybody. And I never desired anything this much that it almost ruined my “tree of life.”
Never.
That’s why I’ll stand tall and brave. Amidst their bootless accusations upon my being, upon my personality, and upon my character, I’ll prove them wrong. Amidst the curse they’ve bestowed me, I’ll show them invulnerability. And amidst their mistrust unto me, I’ll prove them that I’ve uttered the truth, and only the truth.
I just did what I deemed right after several years of silence, and after countless numbers of patience because of my desire. But what did I get? Doubt! Doubt that almost killed me, doubt that almost atoned me as if I’m the criminal, and doubt that almost broke me down.
But I was able to pull myself together and hold my ground. I will never break down. Or better yet, at least not now. By then, I want to show them my worth, my success, and the outcome of my decision.
Despite of all that happened, I still recognize them as my “tree of life.” I owe them this life that they might have regret. I have long forgiven them; I have long forsaken my wrath against them. I love them, and nolens volens, I’ll take my responsibility on them.
Time never heals… but at least, this time, time would be able to fill the patches bored into my life, my existence, and my destiny.
This is my pledge.
This is my wish.
And this is me.