
happy independence day, Malaysia. :)
Don't walk with the past that hurts. It maybe unforgettable but in reality it's a lesson. Just look back, but don't bring it back.
People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
At the end of the day, there are some things you just can’t help but talk about. Some things we just don’t want to hear, and some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they’re what you do. Some things you say cause there’s no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
I hate it when like you use to talk to someone loads and really get on, really close whatever, then like for some reason or another you guys stop talking and just grow apart then when months later you try talking to that person and it just doesn’t work. The conversation just dies and you can’t really talk anymore much, and you don’t have the friendship you once had. Only the memories.
I hate it when like you use to talk to someone loads and really get on, really close whatever, then like for some reason or another you guys stop talking and just grow apart then when months later you try talking to that person and it just doesn’t work. The conversation just dies and you can’t really talk anymore much, and you don’t have the friendship you once had. Only the memories.
does it hurt you to know that we haven't spoken to each other in months? does it hurt you to know we can’t talk to each other like before? does it hurt you to know that everything we once had, is gone? does it hurt you? because it hurts me… a lot.
I want to appreciate the times when moments are made into memories. I want to embrace them, cherish them, and never forget that they come so few and far between. I know that wherever life takes me, these moments will always follow. They remind me of what’s truly important. It’s not just life, but living. It’s the journey, the destination, and all the points in between. And I must admit, I like what I see.
Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.
Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
Things just don’t work out sometimes. That’s one of the simplest explanations in life. You can dwell on why something that didn’t or shouldn’t have happened, but it did. So just move on. Most people want reasons why things are the way they are, but you are simply holding on to the past when what you really need to do is moving forward. When things don’t work out, find something that will.
Because of the routines we follow, we often forget that life is an ongoing adventure. Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art: to bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. We need to remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.