Being deprived of something makes us focus on something more important in life. The princess cakes can wait. The sweet potato fries can wait. The four cheese pizza can wait. Outings to IKEA can wait. Movie nights can wait. Breakfast dates can wait.
Sacrifice, sacrifice.
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Just be thankful of these occurence. It defines who you are. Think about the least fortunate ones who will never have somebody to tell them that they are beautiful. Those who never got the chance to be on a plane. Who never got the privilege to be at school, even. Just be thankful.
It is a wonderful little journey you see, wondering about in my crazy mind. One day I’ll be all over the pillow in tears, one day I can’t stop smiling like a lunatic when I started to think about this dude I’ve been crushing on, one day I’m bitchy as a bee for no reason at all and during other days, I’ll just be a boring grandma and think. Think about life and where am I in it at the mo.
I am still trying to comprehend with the overwhelming workload I have every single week. Still trying to understand my targets in life. Still trying to find a way to pump on more money. Still trying to get the feel of happiness in the midst of these all. You have all these things jumping around in your mind and every night before I go to sleep, before I let Nick Cave whisper me to sleep, I know I am in the damned realm of helplessness. I am unable to work my way through anything. I am unable to keep my mind going and most of all, I am unable to be who I was once. And I have no idea if it is a good thing or not.
But like they say, the nicest things in life are the unexpected ones. Being caught up in these mass confusion of the early 20s, something very beautiful happened that literally put all these to a permanent stop. And allows me to breathe normally again. The fact that a friend of mine has immense faith that I am able to reach my dreams one day and being told that she wanted to see me on stage one day feels like being pulled into the warmest bear hug. Having to live in a house where I was made fun at with the passion I am blessed by God, I was in awe. I was overwhelmed really, with her sincerity because no one really says that to me at my face.
And all of a sudden, I realize it is okay for me to not have a mom by my side emotionally. It is okay if the dude I am crushin on has a girlfriend. It is okay to have my bitchy moment for what I believe in. Because at the end of the day, I need to keep on fighting. Fight for what I lived for. Fight with sincerity.
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Because evidently, nothing beats the extra dollop of butter for the puff pastry.
…and there goes my so-called ‘anti-sugar’ diet.
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