Many times when we heard of people saying words like "I'm dying", "Nobody gives me chances", or "this world is unfair" those sort of stuff.. Well, from what I can see here, peoples always have a choice, everything fallen on them are made by themselves in the first place, the core decision of their act made them who they really are today.
In some occasions, these people's decision can be amended by reinforcements of both positive and negative. Somehow, not always does it works because some peoples are so ignorant towards their lives that they tend to only do what they think is right and blame faults at others whenever problems started to surface. Escaping from reality never helps and so does, whining, cursing, and complaining about life. If you wanted to talk about it, you better be dead sure you wanted to do something about it or else, things will not change regardless of how much words you utter to yourselves.
As for me, I've taken action with the worst and best scenario in order to handle these problems, it mustn't need to go accordingly but the most important factors would be that, I didn't run away from my problems. With my broken wills and dying faiths, I still push myself back up to face them. Like the recent past, few imbeciles have been giving me numerous problems thanks to their so-called maturity thoughts and because of their sympathetic acts, I was needed to bear their consequences as in dipping the shits and cleaning the scenes.
It was against my will all these times but I've endured it, for the so-called El Mal Ajeno. Although I've been forcing myself to swallow all these rotten meats, I've never complained even once because it was my choice and I've subjected myself to the responsibilities that I ought to bear.
However, peoples will still think that I've done not enough, and I've been once again being taken for granted. All I seek of wasn't pleading you to see how much I've sacrifice for the better goods of others, I just hoped that deep down inside the most of you, that you could see, even someone as useless as me can be of some value to somebody else out there.
I have great disappointment every time when I think of it, it kept me depressed overtime because my intention was totally denied by the societies but still, it doesn't matter to me any other way. What's done is done, I had my disappointment, I've cleaned of the shits, I've given up on people like them, and I've started off anew and I'm happy being the way I am.
People don't see me as who I am is because they think they still have it on them that makes them "mature".
Like how the old folks said it:
"Many people can see you as who you are but only a few could understand who you really are"
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