To forget is not exactly the wholesome way to grow in the process of forgiving. You cannot forgive what you refuse to remember, just as you cannot heal a wound, which you had to notice.



Just when I thought that everything would be fine, I am now faced with the sad reality that it isn’t over. Sometimes, the very people whom you thought you can depend on or those whom you choose to be with are not exactly what you thought they are. Sometimes, you just have to face the truth that you regret the choices you’ve made in the past. What makes it harder is the fact that you once looked up to that person and gave her/him much respect as you admire her/him. You may have even wished to follow her/his footsteps, only to wake up one day realizing that after all, she/he’s not what you thought she/he is. Perhaps it was a blessing that I didn’t end up where I really wanted to go—a real illustration of a blessing in disguise. Sometimes I don’t know where to put my self, I mean I’ve tried and am trying to do even more than am supposed to but in the end, I end up facing the sad truth that I failed. Perhaps what makes it hard for me to accept is that I really used to like that person much, and even used to exchange text messages with h** during special occasions, and sometimes just kinda sweet nothings. But poor me, that was before. Recent occurrences prove to me that the person’s not worth it anyway, and it affects me so much. What makes it harder for me is that I don’t even know what I’ve done for that person to treat me that way.



Well, guess it’s time to say my line—“I WASN’T BORN TO PLEASE YOU.” And life should go. I Still have tasks to do, roads to take, persons to meet, lessons to learn, dreams to reach, and ambitions to fulfill. And I don’t want to grow up like you, for I don’t want to have another poor soul to feel exactly the way I feel like now someday.