Have you ever asked yourself bout things unmade? Stories untold? Feelings unfelt? Words unspoken?
Ofcourse you did. We all have different divisions of curiosity. We all have different level of being ambitious. We all wished things impossible. We all think that what we don’t have will complete us, that those things will glorify an ons in our willingness to live. But the truth, what you don’t know will not hurt you and trying will only hit you. Yes, as a person we are all raised to dream big and aim high but, have you ever asked yourself if it’s still normal? To try unto things uncatchable. To lie to yourself and tell you can even if you really can’t. Someone out there will always tell you to try and try until you succeed yet life have always thought us to be contented on what you have for in trying it’s not always succeed which awaits you but sometimes, death. Why not take everything easy? You want the truth? The truth? The truth is, it’s not life who fucks you, but you, who keeps fucking yourself. Who keeps pushing unto the limits and forgot that you’re limited. Again, have you ever asked yourself bout things unmade? Stories untold? Feelings unfelt? Words unspoken? Why not ask yourself? Have you ever make the things unmade? Tell the stories untold, feel the feelings unfelt, speak the words unspoken? Because the truth is, to be happy means to be contented to life.
Contented, (The truth)