There are days that when I think of my future I get excited. There are also days that I get so afraid and dragged down to my carpet; laying down, trying to figure out what's going on with my senseless life. I mean it. I kinda wanna try that drama inside the bathroom on the mat beside the bathtub. You know, that change-of-location feeling for my drama anthology.
I always wondered what my life could have been if I looked back when I entered the airport eight months ago. Some called it bravery. Some called it cowardice. Would you believe that for me, it was both? Bravery because I can still walk away bruised and shattered; cowardice because I can't handle the pain to a point that I wanted to forget all the people that I met from four years ago. Like, ALL OF THEM.
I know, I know. Crazy, right? But what if, it is really meant that way?
What if, forgetting is not just for the bad things but also the good ones?
What if the only thing to move forward is to forget everything that drags you back to the horror of your life, whether it's good or bad.
What if your life is meant to be ripped apart in order for the new one to come?
What if some memories are meant to fade away just like how Bing Bong exits in the movie Inside Out that made all of our hearts so wrenched for about a couple of hours?
What if?
What if, forgetting is not just for the bad things but also the good ones?
What if the only thing to move forward is to forget everything that drags you back to the horror of your life, whether it's good or bad.
What if your life is meant to be ripped apart in order for the new one to come?
What if some memories are meant to fade away just like how Bing Bong exits in the movie Inside Out that made all of our hearts so wrenched for about a couple of hours?
What if?
But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for one who doubts is
like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.
James 1:6
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