
it happened. so, i told myself that 'people make mistakes’. it just did. and i can't go back.
because i don't want to go back to what's used to be. i want to move forward.
and even if i was given the chance or was given the choice, i will still do things the same way all over again.
because sometimes we spend so much time planning..to avoid risks or to get results.
but what really matters in life, now that i realize it..is the now. And 'what' the right now is 'what' has made me to be me.
since life is a journey, we prepare ourselves for both the expected, specially the unexpected. the things that we do not plan for and the things that we do not see coming are those we should be more aware of...expect the unexpected as they often say.
they are inevitable..but 'that' only makes us stronger.
so, if along the way i made a mistake, i will not try to change it for the sake of being perfect.
because everything changes all the time. and we are changed by the people we meet. who we are..are not always what we used to be. we change, even if we plan..we change even our plans.
the thing about plans, is that it doesn’t have the perspective to be accountable. we need to know how to improvise. we need to know how to move forward. we need to struggle to survive, because that's what make life worth living.
why do i say these? am i being self-righteous? or boastful? or selfish?
maybe i am all of the above. or maybe i've been living in my head for so long that i have
forgotten to hold on to my emotions. Or maybe my feelings are unreal, because they don't seem to belong to me anymore.
I don't think I can trust anyone again. I will try, I know I will. But at the moment
I'd like to live more than what I can hold under my breath. So let me think.
Let me dwell in my thoughts. Let me plan.
But yes I am admitting to my own mistake or mistakes..but then again it doesnt mean I can manage already my future.
Yet my awareness to its existence will help me be able to prepare for it..hopefully, permanently.
but i am afraid, even by my own mind and my own emotions. i am scared that i am dealing with my own self.
...the gist of this article? "let us not worry of messing up, because it is not what makes up a person..
remember that a skillful sailor is not trained by a calm sea but by the storms and the wrath of waves he conquered."
P.S. I don’t hate Macau..I love the place. It’s my new hiding place, my own personal cave..because my aunt (my refuge..next to my mom) now lives there and has moved from Baguio City since last year..And she alone knows what ‘mistake’ I am trying to rub off from my skin, my mind, my heart and my soul that year. *I miss her already*