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I am SOPAS.
I defy life.
I defy love.
I got impaired.
I got wasted.
Recently, I discovered that I’m
a weakling.
I’m crying while laughing.
I’m laughing while crying.
But life is not a road if without bumpy edges, without dirty
companions, without overtakes.
Oftentimes we will run out of gas leaving us stuck in the midst of
nowhere.
We are sure where we are going but
do not know how to get there.
The thing that will ignite the machine is the same flame that we have
to find inside our heart to continue the journey.
The big difference between the gas and strive is that the former came
from the others while the latter comes from the deepest hope in ourselves.
People have fooled me.
My soul has been crushed to tiny pieces.
My heart has been traumatized.
Beyond the uncertainties of my voyage, I learned to stand up from the
big fall.
I’m still learning to rise from
an acute technical knock-out, giving myself the benefit of the doubt that the
future which I do not have an access, holds a big space for me; believing that
the plans of great Him are waiting for me.
My self-destructive tendencies are often emphasized.
I don’t mind as long as I’m not losing control.
The scenes have stains making it as a flop movie.
But I take pride of saying that
everything has revisions.
My life is not fuckin’ perfect.
The perfect thing is that my heart is getting its way there to be in
good working condition to pursue everything that I would love to do.
Crying is an art.
I’m proud that I cried.
For in the end, a rose will be more sweet-smelling when crushed
repeatedly.
