Life is a never ending journey, a journey you create for yourself.
Things, change. The way you perceive something changes over time. Barbie dolls, they change from a 3-year-old girl’s everything to just a ragged doll 5 years later. The things you work hard for now, may all seem like a useless, futile attempt 20 years later. Nothing is everlasting, nothing stays forever.
But I want to seize everything that I can, at least for now. I’m selfish, I want everything that I can own, I want everything that seems impossible for me to have. I want everything that everyone is jealous of, and I think, I’m not the only one out there who has a mentality just like mine.
I try hard, I fall down. I get up again, someone knocks me down. Life is a routine of failure, and the probability of one bumping into failure is 99.9% as compared to the 0.01% of success. But then again, I try to never give up.
Mean words, they wound me deep down, they burn me internally, they rip my world apart temporarily. Somehow, on the exterior I am still smiling.
I try to never get compliments to my head, and criticisms to my heart. I really do try.
I try to believe that something great will come out of me, something remarkable.
I try to believe that life is a bed of roses with occasional thorns, I try to believe that at the end of it all, it will be worthy of all sacrifices that I make.
But above all, I try to believe that life has a purpose, and I try so hard to trust that I am on the right track to fulfilling my destiny.
I really do try.
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