Time flies into November and I feel older in each passing day. Another two more months of the year will be called a wonderful year would I had been. It is unbelievable the fact that I started off blogging never had foreseen the possibility of sustaining this wonderful page of mine for almost a year. October has finally coming to an end. Images keep flashing back in my mind, everything past so fast like it was just yesterday.
A lot of happenings throughout the whole year but nothing particularly worth remembering, needless to say the fun I had for the past months. I believe throughout the year the experiences that I had gained from the hardwork is remarkably unforgettable and totally worthwhile. I have to apologize for the long duration of absence of not posting adequate post recently because I literally had nothing worthwhile to post for. My days are exceptionally normal as what normal people would have done for the day itself. It’s pretty much dreadful to endure the remaining days of tedium.
Life is a bitch, it does not often go the way as much as we want it to be, in which I think its completely and utterly true to the core, in turn easily lead us thinking about failure. I always got this kind of disappointment literally everyday in my life, that I have immunized to it I shall say. Seeing people holding their success with the exultant that I wish I could have one day, that has got me wondered whether or not my life is a downright competition or just being the best of me. If one treated life as a competition, it would be very exhausting for one who take into account of the entirety of the possibility to vie for triumph. Being the best of me may have been the subtle way to live life the way we want it, but uneventful things always seem to happen right on the best of us. It’s appalling, I know. If only I could constitute a plan to prevent it from happening.
If only I could.
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