Like A Rose

It's a strange sort of feeling that as much busy and spirit-draining a task might be, somehow at the end of the day the end-rewards lingers like honey in the mouth. I cannot deny the truth that I find myself enjoying the entire process as much as I always deny the fact that I do. Bottomline: I can lie to everyone but never myself... But I guess I am just too proud to admit it and I think it would make me look weird too. Pride is indeed a scary sin =X

I would never have put in so much passion otherwise and expended so much energy and stay so cheerful throughout. But everything comes with a 'but', otherwise life would've been a bed of roses from he start... It's all because behind the beautiful bouquet of red luscious roses hides the intertwined maze of thorny branches.

I've flt embarrassed and ashamed of myself for a long time simply because I am a boy sailing aimlessly in a vast ocean that sees no boundaries or whatsoever to coast towards. A vast ocean as they say hides infinite possibilities, and unlimited pathways to the future, but to think it myopically and pessimistically just shows how shallow I am to dream. We are after all... all dreamers hoping to live in a fantasy of our own making.

We all have probably many years down the road... But we all know life like all things will come to an end... A nightmare which you thought you would never wake up does so; A good story or a movie does; And so does Pokemon one day when the creator is just so tired of making new pokemon lol

What I am trying to say is that even until today... Where I am standing now and breathing and thinking... I have absolutely no direction towards the future. I count and live through everyday like there's no tomorrow. Remember the things I want to keep close to my heart because I'll never know when destiny so decides that I have to move on to another world...

But perhaps... I should be more honest with myself and also be honest with everyone else... I may often appear to talk about my feelings and problems a lot... But deep down... I don't really like to talk about somethings and it feels as though a bottled coke is about to burst =/ Like a rose... Everything always appears cheery and sunshine. But just delve a little deeper sometimes... And see that ugly stems of thorns that hide behind; But that's why they support us and is thus strong- They are the experiences we have in live that keeps us strong. But do be careful... and thorns may prick too. Ouch!