i was reading stuff the other night,
my stuff.
and then it hit me~
how come i've stopped myself?
he would ask me every now and then.
i never absorbed the question..
and then it hit me~
how come i've stopped myself?
he would ask me every now and then.
i never absorbed the question..
until now.
why did i stop?
from writing, from drawing, from painting, from learning, from pushing myself.
i would always tell myself,
"studies first. i need to focus and graduate, and then i'll do it again"
why haven't i found time to do it?
how come other people can juggle everything?
oh, right.
[ i am too afraid of failing, of failure, of disappointment. ]
[ i am too afraid of failing, of failure, of disappointment. ]
i envy people who have guts.
who have courage to risk it.
who have the strength to push themselves.
what is wrong with me?
i have been in under the red light for so long.
i have to change it to green, and start moving.
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