Wet Hanky. Dry It Up.

I don't usually share my feelings with others. I don't usually talk what I feel. They'll just know it in my actuation.

But there are times when you need to talk to someone to ease something hurting you in. You talk to someone whom you believe understands what you feel and will comfort you. Sharing my feelings is one of the hardest parts to do. But I need to.

I always write about how beautiful life. The beauty it brings and the dreams it could possibly give. Optimism is my side. Yet, some arduos situations come along. Inevitable. No matter how you try to be okay. No matter how much you hold on. No matter how you endeavor. No matter how you persevere. No matter how you give your all. You end up losing the race.

I always see life is as controllable as you. You give your best to someone. Her happiness is yours. You do things without expecting in return. Enough to feel that you are loved. But there are things which is beyong your control. Still you are hurt. No matter how you hold on. No matter how you fight. No matter how you give your best. Time comes, it wouldn't be appreciated. You will be left behind with teary eyes and so much helpless.

I thought, my best was enough to make things stay. But my efforts was in vain and was never realized nor appreciated in the simplest way I want to be. I was so true. But it wasn't seen as it.

The world is filled with different people. Some, seek their own happiness even if others are hurted. How selfish I am to be proclaimed like that? Am I really? I can't think of any situation that I hid anything to seek my own happiness.

It's okay. At least, I had learned something from being hurt. I just pray, all my doings wouldn't in vain and will be realized at the end that I was worth loving.

Thanks for coming into my life, and sharing a bit of it.