And I guess I
should enjoy my life a little more. And perhaps there’s actually more to life
rather than thinking who’s going to accompany you in the next ten years. Who’s
gonna stay and who’s gonna leave. But perhaps I don’t really care all of that.
I was worried. There came at the times thinking I would ended up alone with my
ten cats but, I guess it’s depend on us on how you wanna bring your life. How
you want to represent your life. Everything has its own beliefs and perspective
in life and so do I. I do strongly believe in Allah’s will but along with that,
while waiting for the right one to come, might as well I taste a little of what
He offers me, I would. I just got irritated of how much I changed slowly when I
started to get to know someone. I get irritated easily when he replied my text
a bit late, I overthinking about did he really like me or just a friend. It’s
just stuck in my mind. Soon I noticed that I know. Women are created to be this
we can’t help it. we need to over care over someone. We’re being
overprotective, fussy over little things, asking too much, questions too much,
we demand the men to read between the lines, we demand the men to understand
between our words. It’s just can’t. we are from different worlds apart. Later I
realized, it’s just doesn’t make any sense. I’m tired of questioning myself.
“Enjoy your life
more, love will come later.” He said.
I was
disappointed, in both ways. Thinking that I was ready or the way he responded.
I ate up all of his words. Or perhaps I wasn’t. He made me re-digest of what I
wanted to do. My bucketlist, my wishlist, places I wanna visit, things I wanna
do. Or maybe he’s right. I should enjoy my life more instead of looking it into
only one perspective. Or maybe I was caught in between. I felt like I was
standing in a troop, thinking that I was ready. I wanted to be one of those
people. Thought that I was prepared with sufficient knowledge of things I
should and shouldn’t do. I was ready to set a new setting. I was prepared
towards that but he ripped me from the whole arrangement and it all started to
make sense again. I’ve gone through that but he made me going through that
again and I think I’m wounded. But of all the things that I’ve been through,
there are sure things that I won’t forget. Something fresh, something new and I
could get going through that again apart from the bitterness. Happiness
followed afterwards. It just did. You can’t deny it. I can’t deny it. It’s a
beautiful war.
Life is a
beautiful war.
May Allah make
me stronger.
:’)
3 comments:
Its just beautiful reading this. Doesnt make sense ey? But it is. The words. The arrangement. The feelings. :-)
Its just beautiful reading this. Doesnt make sense ey? But it is. The words. The arrangement. The feelings. :-)
awww..thanks am! :')
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