Just a Quick Hello
It stresses me out that my previous blog posts seem to reek of hopelessness. Oh dear God I swear I am so much livelier in real life haha. Kinda wanna delete them but hey, those are the witnesses of my Khalil Gibran melancholic days. So I'm kinda proud of them and now I have subtle attachment to those feelings as well. Well . . .
Anyway, It's already October. And we're nearing the end of 2017, just to welcome 2018 with (more hope, more melancholy, more heartbreaks, more aspiring goals) *underline relevant answers*
The time does not make sense does it? How can time flies so fast. How can a year passed just like that? End of year is my favourite soliloquy in reverie time. I get to observe how has my life changes within this one year. And oh, I have learnt so much, a lot more, about myself this year as well. I kinda wanna talk about it but it also means risking some vulnerabilities. Since these writings would require an immense level of political correctness, I need more time to dwell on these things, and how to write them down. I think it's important, at least for me, because when I get to come back to all these yearly lessons, it's a reminder of how I have handled those tough times. If I have handled them well, kudos Ain, you'll do better in the next round. If I did not, well, buckle up. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Until then.
Anyway, It's already October. And we're nearing the end of 2017, just to welcome 2018 with (more hope, more melancholy, more heartbreaks, more aspiring goals) *underline relevant answers*
The time does not make sense does it? How can time flies so fast. How can a year passed just like that? End of year is my favourite soliloquy in reverie time. I get to observe how has my life changes within this one year. And oh, I have learnt so much, a lot more, about myself this year as well. I kinda wanna talk about it but it also means risking some vulnerabilities. Since these writings would require an immense level of political correctness, I need more time to dwell on these things, and how to write them down. I think it's important, at least for me, because when I get to come back to all these yearly lessons, it's a reminder of how I have handled those tough times. If I have handled them well, kudos Ain, you'll do better in the next round. If I did not, well, buckle up. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Until then.
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