my momentum is slowing down as the reality hits me one by one, im giving excuses to pon like the 2nd, the 3rd and so forth lectures for this semester, telling myself the weathers not good for studying and all the whatsnot, reverting to the old self i bet. damn, im dead.
i really loved watching movies about people fighting hard to live, for passion, for goals, it kinda reminds me of when i was like that. yarh like back in the olden days with the dunearn band, fighting to win our first ever wanted medal, and the recognition, that was seriously when i honestly felt i was living the right way, making every minute worth the sweat. as for now, growing older and higher the social ladder really makes you forget your once-ever-
had passion, indeed, the older you grow out of school, the further your dreams are, wonder why dreams were much possible when we were in school? perhaps as we grow, we want more, or maybe perhaps, knowing the difficulty, we stop dreaming, and we stop fighting. or maybe, we are overwhelmed by failure. i mean most people take a U-turn once they sense a tinge of forthcoming failure, and so do i. i know i'll miss the lesson that comes after the failure, yet weighing the consequences, i just cant bear to fail.
passion, goals, and the future, hard to see, hard to grasp,
yet i still hope, even knowing hope doesnt help.
