Frustrations

I just realized how time flies so swiftly. The year's already on its second half. Soon it will be Christmas and then another year had past. I read something that says, "Every new day begins with possibilities". I agree to that. But I believe that it's up to us to fill our every day with the things that move us toward progress and peace. Why am I saying these things? Yesterday, on my way home I was seated in front of a woman who looks grouchy inside the MRT. I have no power to read minds but I'm so sure that this woman is omitting hope in her life. Why do I know, I looked exactly that way a few moments before I decided to go home and stopped gallivanting inside the mall. I wanted to appease my dismay towards some personal things about myself. I walked inside Glorietta, Landmark and Greenbelt looking toward the ground. I did that for an hour. And then finally, when I felt tired I looked skyward and realized that looking down will only make me miss out on the little joys of life. Looking up is where I can find the rainbow of life. Sometimes I really need to joke myself and use my imagination to spice up my life; otherwise I'd be frowning all the time. Better start thinking that life is a terminal illness. Why? Because if I see life-threatening, then I will live it with joy and passion as it is ought to be lived.

Stop worrying Kitch. All will be well.