It’s the truth. People that go are the ones being forgotten. No one will remember who you are until you reappear once more.
如果失去了平衡，那么 … 该如何在生存的道路中留下我的痕迹呢？
I haven’t been able to write well recently. I haven’t had the inspiration to speak the words smoothly. I haven’t been feeling the moment of writing. Ask me how the weekends were, and I’d reply with a word: fantastic. Just how fantastic is it? It seems pretty hard to re-live the moments captured right in my head into words, because there simply isn’t a way unless I begin rambling and scrambling for words to replace the way I felt.
The power of words; they can mean everything, at the same time, give you nothing.
The difference between writing freely to express one’s opinion, compared to writing an opinion article for for a Journalism course definitely made me realize how different the state of mind is. Writing this now, frees my mind and eases me into writing quickly because it somehow makes me know that I won’t be judged or graded for what I have to present. On the other hand, knowing that my article is going to be published and read by many from people in school, is just so nerve-wrecking! Suddenly, having to “speak up” and sound like myself, just makes me sound so much more pretentious and superficial. I hope I can work on my tone and originality on the article I have to write. Being comfortable with the uncomfortable is my goal of the week.
it hits you hard
and clings onto you strong
even if you try to escape from it
sadness will keep knocking from the closet
in your head
and that’s the way you get hooked on sadness
Upset with my rashness
Upset with my decisions
Upset with my moments
Upset with my lack of attention
But being upset can’t solve what’s done;
So bear in mind your mistakes and do not fault
or you will end up in this endless cycle
of repeating these lines
Circles in a square
Triangles in the corner
Nothing was meant to fit
But squeeze through with our might
and maybe we can make it
There’s no need to say, nor anything to whisper
Just wait till you have been told
By the person that was in action
Or the excitement of sharing
Will never be given
To the person that have kept mum
About all her adventures
I am not sure if any of you like it when your friend(s) would say, “hey, I heard that you did…”? Personally, I don’t. I get rather bothered with a friend telling me they have heard something about what I do from someone else, yet never wanting to say who said it, or who told them about it. I guess that’s the unavoidable inconvenience of having mutual friends. The person that went through things will never get a second chance of re-living the excitement of telling their own part of the story despite sharing it with Person A, only. The answer to how Person B will “know everything” that happened is clearly simple: after telling Person A, he/she will tell Person B, and then along the way a lot of other emotions, uncertain assumptions are added, and Person B believes Person A. After which, Person B will “clarify” with the first person, only to find out that a lot of things mentioned by Person A have been…uncompleted. How bothersome to only fill in the blanks! Actually, such occurrence is when you have that one nosy friend.
Well, don’t get me wrong here. There’s nothing wrong to share the things that happen in our lives to our friends, and absolutely nothing wrong to share information of your friend, to another (mutual) friend. In this context, everyone knows everyone, so where’s the problem? For me, it is the questioning and the probing to ensure that the information received from one person to another is accurate. It leaves me no chance to explain and tell my story that I have kept to share it with the other person in a different manner, and allowing myself a different way to re-live the days of happiness that I want to share. In fact, I would really appreciate it if my friend came up to me saying, “hey, tell me what you did…” even if he/she already “know it all”.