Sometimes when I'm frustrated about something I would write a poem about it. Alright, maybe not really a poem but more to expressing myself with words in a poetic way. However most of the time, my writings become sombre, more murky than happy. And it leaves ones depressed, just like the feeling you might get when you're walking along the street in winter. So cold, so dead, so vacant.
This is the time when I start yearning of sweet fragrance of spring. To see a glimpse of blossoms, a glimpse of hope.
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I miss my college days. It's funny to feel this way when it just ended few months ago. Maybe I miss my friends. Working phase feels weird without the company of familiar faces, and what makes it even strange is that the fact that you're now an adult. Maybe I'm afraid of adulthood. Being an adult comes with responsibilities. Whatever you decide now must be thought carefully, or else you'll spend the rest of your life regretting over mistake that you did in the past.
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So what is the purpose of this post? Well actually I'm writing to remind myself that despite the hardships and challenges (that comes one after another), I'm sure this season would pass. In order to experience glorious summer days, I have to endure cold winter nights. Just wait patiently, maybe a little while longer because good things come to those who wait.
-Miss B-
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