Sunday, April 17, 2011
hope, faith and love
some days in the week past i only looked forward to surviving till lunchtime. other days i told myself that i could catch a breather at the end of the day. but this weekend was a work-free one. there's pending work, and there always is, but it's not urgent and i've decided to leave it for monday. it could backfire badly, but i, too, badly needed some time for myself, to do some of the things that i wanted to do. the weekend wasn't as i hoped, but i'm used to not getting what i hope for. and still i hope.
maybe all we need is some faith. not faith in a religious sense, just a belief that somehow things will all work out in the end.
but in the midst of work i've made an excuse for myself. i dunno. where there's time there's time to think, to reflect upon myself. and i don't really like what i see. i'm a lousy person, and perhaps that's why i can never make the ppl around me happy. i'm sorry, for what it's worth, yet words are only worth as much as the person who makes them.
this post is a mess. and my mind's a mess. yet my life seems to be pretty much determined to determine itself.
some days in the week past i only looked forward to surviving till lunchtime. other days i told myself that i could catch a breather at the end of the day. but this weekend was a work-free one. there's pending work, and there always is, but it's not urgent and i've decided to leave it for monday. it could backfire badly, but i, too, badly needed some time for myself, to do some of the things that i wanted to do. the weekend wasn't as i hoped, but i'm used to not getting what i hope for. and still i hope.
maybe all we need is some faith. not faith in a religious sense, just a belief that somehow things will all work out in the end.
but in the midst of work i've made an excuse for myself. i dunno. where there's time there's time to think, to reflect upon myself. and i don't really like what i see. i'm a lousy person, and perhaps that's why i can never make the ppl around me happy. i'm sorry, for what it's worth, yet words are only worth as much as the person who makes them.
this post is a mess. and my mind's a mess. yet my life seems to be pretty much determined to determine itself.