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This is made by my cousin. She asked me to post this.


Surviving The Rude World : How Will I Face My Greatest Dillema


Everything is getting a lot harder each day. I find it
hard to breathe as I wake up in the morning and see the
sunrise full of anguish. With such astonishing view, one might
even think that the day will be so perfect and nothing can stand
in their way. Well, that's where they're wrong. Why? Aside from
the fact that nothing in this world is perfect, I guess it's just the
way things work. The truth hurts, Yes. No matter how much you smile,
it's always there to bite you where it really hurts.

All I hold dearly are sentimental things. Some lead to the nauseating
road of nostalgia, which by the way, is not really helping.
I try to be resourceful each time I completely lose hope.
I use these sentiments and put them together to spark up some hope.
Since, I'm not that bright, I always end up with leftovers from the past.
It's not that I'm not being grateful. I am, actually.
It's just that all thismakes me feel so vulnerable and helpless
that the stress frustrates me immensely.

But the spark is still there, is it not? It's way better than nothing.
Obviously better. Even if it makes me a bit laconic,
I try to give reality an ounce of leniency, hoping it would do the same
to me or to all of us. We beg to be sedated. Looking at our present state,
hoping is just another way to be desperate without really showing it.
I mean, really, it's utterly ridiculous to just hope when you're
really out there doing something. It is way better than to expect,
but in this case,expecting might serve a more, let's say, "honorable"
way because you know you did not just sit and sleep; being a lazy bum
waiting for fate to spoonfeed you luck.

I finally made a move. It's here. All I have to do is to make it grow.
I just ahve to exert a lot more effort. There's right to expect now.
To wish. The horrror will soon be over. Reality would stop playing with
all of us. I will have a happier ending, at least. Soon enough, I'd laugh
my way out of htis nightmare. To wake up with the sunlight warming my
cheeks and see the sunrise lacking anguish. I'll see people that cares
for me and flood me with their smiles. Probably then, I can breathe and
the truth wouldn't hurt anymore. How can I face my Greatest Dillema,
you ask? Here's my answer:

" Make a move. Make it grow. And exert more effort.
Who knows? Things might get a little different but
definitely better"

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Written by : My cousin

Typed by: Me.