Sometimes I wonder why people are the way they are. That thought includes me, of course.
People want certain specific things. People want to get them. Yet why is it when we have a slight bite of it, all we could ever want is to have more than what we have now or what we had so far.
I often sit and think of what I want to have in my life, what I've always want to happen and those that I'd be so grateful and ecstatic to be part of. I have so much in my mind that sometimes it's frustrating to think of a lot yet only a few of them can be part of what reality really is. No, I'm not being the pessimistic person here. In fact, I have always been the think-positive-everything-will-work-out-well person, if you must know. But there are just those times when I know I've been hoping for too much and getting less of what I've hoped for.
During particular times, I become so happy easily that I feel so shallow, dense, or whatever you want to call it. But there comes a point when I want things badly and I know I can never get it. It's just a little depressing.
There are moments when you wanted more that what is offered but you know you can only have enough, you can only have what is there for you to take. It's ironic when you kept wishing you can exceed your expectations when you know you could only expect as much as what is given for you to embrace and live for at the moment. Come to think of it.
I have often wandered around every corner of my crazy mind and I have imagine a lot of beautiful things to happen and share. I have so much if only I have the chance to do so. Sometimes I wish everything will just work out well and things will go with the flow just like what I wanted things to be. But things will never work the way I imagine things to be. Nothing could be as perfect as the things I have in my mind.
If I had the best in life, then there will be no time for me to look up to God and ask for blessings. If I had the perfect friends, there will be no time for me to understand and adapt the different personalities. If I had the perfect story, life could be so boring and eventually turn meaningless that I would have no time to dream big and aim high. See, life is just as perfect as it could be.
Life is funny. It just makes me smile. It makes me think and cry and laugh after a while. However, the life I have just makes me keep going. It's just the way it is. And I know I love it.
People want certain specific things. People want to get them. Yet why is it when we have a slight bite of it, all we could ever want is to have more than what we have now or what we had so far.
I often sit and think of what I want to have in my life, what I've always want to happen and those that I'd be so grateful and ecstatic to be part of. I have so much in my mind that sometimes it's frustrating to think of a lot yet only a few of them can be part of what reality really is. No, I'm not being the pessimistic person here. In fact, I have always been the think-positive-everything-will-work-out-well person, if you must know. But there are just those times when I know I've been hoping for too much and getting less of what I've hoped for.
During particular times, I become so happy easily that I feel so shallow, dense, or whatever you want to call it. But there comes a point when I want things badly and I know I can never get it. It's just a little depressing.
There are moments when you wanted more that what is offered but you know you can only have enough, you can only have what is there for you to take. It's ironic when you kept wishing you can exceed your expectations when you know you could only expect as much as what is given for you to embrace and live for at the moment. Come to think of it.
I have often wandered around every corner of my crazy mind and I have imagine a lot of beautiful things to happen and share. I have so much if only I have the chance to do so. Sometimes I wish everything will just work out well and things will go with the flow just like what I wanted things to be. But things will never work the way I imagine things to be. Nothing could be as perfect as the things I have in my mind.
If I had the best in life, then there will be no time for me to look up to God and ask for blessings. If I had the perfect friends, there will be no time for me to understand and adapt the different personalities. If I had the perfect story, life could be so boring and eventually turn meaningless that I would have no time to dream big and aim high. See, life is just as perfect as it could be.
Life is funny. It just makes me smile. It makes me think and cry and laugh after a while. However, the life I have just makes me keep going. It's just the way it is. And I know I love it.
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