Saturday, August 15, 2015

I Can't Stop

Heart Like Yours - Willamette Stone 


I know I said I wasn't going to write until SPM, tonight feels like one of the night I should be writing. So I write.

In life, unexpected things happen. You fall in and out of love everyday, you bump into a person you once knew, life just happens the way it does. Sometimes, you plan and it doesn't work out because life got in the way. Well, maybe that's how it's supposed to be. But that's not my point. Being in a boarding school, I know everyone and I can say that pretty much everyone knows me, too (maybe the younger ones don't but-) and sometimes I don't always get along with people. Somehow, this year, my relationships with people improved, and I started to talk more with the people I usually don't ever talk to. Heck, I still hate a lot of people from here but I could say that it has.......well, decreased (perhaps by 0.01%). The thing is, these people I don't talk to didn't turn out to be quite the person I expected them to be. I don't judge them on a first impression basis, because I've been with them for almost five years now. I observe and I think of how they would behave. But oh well, I'm not always right, am I? They turn out quite better than I expected them to be, though some did prove my positive thinking about them wrong. Regardless, I've learned that maybe everything is not how it seems. And maybe, it could be better. So hey, why not smile to the next person you meet? It could be the start to an amazing friendship........or it could be a disaster. Whatever. I choose to live recklessly (really???)  (while obeying the obligations of Islam, of course) (nah I don't think so but yes let's believe I'll live recklessly)



I wrote this a while ago but the internet at school was being difficult and stubborn. So here it is, my thoughts from over a week ago (because I thought of writing a new one but I've literally no idea on what to say). But hey, new header everyone everybody [cue all the imaginary screams and shouts]! 

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