Sometimes, it doesnt really take a huge apocalypse to really put things into perspective. Neither do we need some unseen power from above to zap us awake in the form of Morgan Freeman knocking on your doorstep and introducing himself as god.

Quote: "Perspective is the kind of reality which we choose to accept"

What kind of reality do we all choose to accept?

Most of the time, we only take the good and stuff the bad into the deepest, darkest, dampest, most isolated and forgettable part of our closets. We hide. We run. We let the problem manifest. And manifest it does. Like a mold, it grows, it increases in size until one day, when you have the guts to peek into that closet of yours, you realise...

it's too late.
Or almost too late.

Opps.

Someone told me recently, excuses are just for those who have bad judgement and bad self management. And that they refuse to see the consequences of their actions. Instead they choose to believe in bad luck and feng shui. Or whatever the shit they choose to believe in.

I wanted to retaliate. To fight back. To tell the person that its not true. The excuses that I give myself are valid. And that I am right. No, you are wrong. Take your opinion back.Please. I dont need it.

But I kept silent.

Cause I know what was said is the truth. And if there is one thing I want to believe in is the truth. The world is so full of lies and sweet promises and empty agreements and fragile hopes built on top of foundations equally fragile... That the truth, even in the most simplest form, is beautiful.

Even if it hurts.

Dont pocket the hurt.
Dont detach your feelings.

Just sit there and FEEL.

How many of us actually do that?
How many of us face our fears?
How many of us have the guts to admit our mistakes?
How many of us have ever said sorry sincerely to a person whom you have wronged?

Even if we do, how long will it last?