Choices...

Choices...

Every day we make them. Either to sleep for five minutes more or to get up immediately after the alarm clock screamed its fucking head off. To help your mom in making her workload lighter or, continue to be the bane of her existence. Either to walk away or not to walk away from a relationship that’s been falling apart since day one. Either to cry every time because we regret the choice we made, or to make the best out of it and go on with life.

When we choose the wrong choice, we blame it to someone. It’s either your parents were fucked up in the head and never taught you anything about life, or you never got the chance to better than what you are now. Fuck that! You saw what your parents did and they are living examples of what life can be if you follow their examples. It’s true that you are your father’s son, or mother's daughter, but still you have the brains that you can use to your advantage. You always have the choice to what life you want to live. If you made a mistake in the choice you made, suck it up. Pull yourself up and go on with life because you are only one that you can rely upon, the only one that who can help you. But then you also have the choice to sulk in one corner of the world and watch your life pass you by and in the end, live with so many what-if’s.

It’s true that we are humans; tend to make so many mistakes, tend to be weak. But don’t make that your fucking reason every time you fall down. We are also human who can make the best out of the foulest situation we are in. We are also human that have the wits to get up and go on. We are allowed to make mistakes so that we can learn from them. We are allowed to make mistakes to grow to be what we are meant to be. We are allowed to make mistakes to know our capabilities and to strengthen our weaknesses. But to make the same mistakes over and over and over again is just plain stupid.

I made a lot of mistakes; I have my fair share of scars. There are times that I tend to be resilient as I can, bend to extend I can feel my core crumble apart, sacrifice everything I can give that in the end there’s nothing left. I feel what I have is an empty shell. But still, I made those choices. Do I regret it? No, I don’t. Hell! If I regret every wrong choice I made, I’d be wallowing in self-pity. Instead, I made those wrong choices work my way and in the end, I realized that I made the right decision. If I choose the different one, then I’m not what I’m now. And I like what I am, thank you very much. Well, there are also perks of being an eccentric, opinionated geek that has an unusual perceptive of things around her…

We make choices everyday and we should be prepared of what they may bring. Every choice has its pleasant results and sometimes has it doesn't end up like we thought it would be. But either way, be prepared for the consequences they throw your way. Because that is life. It isn't fair, but it is most beautiful thing we can have. Why? Because we can experience anything from it. We may emerge from it, battered and bruised, but wiser. Well, that is if you have a OPTIMISTIC yet REALISTIC point of view. If you don't, then goodluck. You need that alot to survive your world of self-pity.