I always try my best to let go of the bad vibes, the bad things and learn to accept what the current situation is offering me. I tried to be good, good to the people around me and the life they chose. I respect choices thinking that eventually, people will give me the same respect that I had given them. It’s an unwritten rule of respect– you reap what you sow. I adore people who looks the world in the eyes and make their own choices, away from what society or those stereotype-right-values that were plastered everywhere. And when your choices resulted in something good and happy, it’s a big plus on whatever risk you took but somehow, I didn’t quite understand how people will always think that you made a wrong choice. How can the world say it’s wrong when you are happy? When the people around you are also happy about it? When there are a lot of goodness and happiness from it? How can the world brand it wrong and a bad decision?
I don’t want to hate about what people say about me, this world has more than enough of that. And in one way or another, it seems ironic that I don’t want to be a passive kind of person. I want to care but somehow, I lose those chances because people brands me. I don’t like complexity in the very air I breath. I want to live happily, peacefully and sometimes, these ideals are too far to achieve in this ground. In this very place I found happiness– I found the very truth of human nature, of how judging and grudging we are. How we can’t let go of one event over the other.
People gives off second chances but we never forget, one downfall and our mind will race through past failures and mistakes and what we’ll be left of is a list of mistakes. It was never forgotten nor forgiven, it was stored somewhere to be retrieved at the right time. We’re certainly ironic and no matter how hard it seems– letting go or leaving seems to be the easiest path to take.
It’s quite frightening but if you really look at the situation, it’s the only way out. A certain goodbye is helpful. Sometimes. It’s the other side of the coin that when life gives you lemons, it’s your choice to make a lemonade out of it or maybe, leave it somewhere for it to rot. I take some comments up to my bones and in the depth of my hearts; maybe, that’s one of the reasons people can easily wound me up– without them knowing it. I hurt a lot and bleed and tries my best to live with that pain. It’s the only way to cope with the situation.