This is going to be the last post I will be writing for this blog. I am creating another one where I will be as true as this post is. This probably will be the only anne peaches joyce entry I will have here. The others are either anne, peaches or joyce. But never the trio.
I feel really heavy now. Yes, I am 65 kilos, a five-kg jump from my used to be normal weight. But that’s not the weight I am complaining of here. I feel too heavy I don’t know if I can still walk the steps I yet have to take. You know, I don’t want to be crawling. I don’t want these overwhelming emotions to take over me and make me lose everything—all I and deserve to have.
There are times when I cry at night and ask myself why it is too difficult to befriend my strength. But it’s also during these nights when I realize I’ve never really gone close to what I may name my potentials. I’ve always believed that while I may be good, someone is always better. And while I may need something, I can always do without it. So I calm my cells by telling myself that someone always is meant to have or needs it more than I do. I give excuses to my poor thinking and later hurt myself.
Others may see me strong. I’m loud but I think I’ve never really told anyone of me. I hate hearing others tell me how straight they are about their goals. I don’t have goals. That’s my problem but it’s not the only. I am not strong at all. In fact, I’m a coward. Well, I don’t have both parents with me. But I grew up just fine. Does that make me strong? No way. If I could have it the other way, I would have chosen to have them both to know how it’s like. I don’t regret it though. And again, I’m not strong for that. There are many things I have regrets on.
I am envious. I envy people, even those who have very big obstacles coming their way. There were many times I questioned God why he never trusted me with anything. Why did he always make everything easy for me? That’s how self-centered I am that even the misfortune of others I’ve envied. But sometimes, when good evil possesses me, I think it’s how high I think of myself that I see those rocks small, or low.
There is a war inside which has been going on for quite a time already. Have you ever wished your friend bad luck just so they’d be back to being your fellow in the sense you’re considering? I have. And each time I did, I meant it. Have you ever done something good for others you wish you didn’t do because you were trapped in a worse situation after? I have and have felt guilty many times. You know what sucks about this? I am always aware but I just let it. I always knew it’s better to not know the good things you’re doing. Than not acting on those you know you’re supposed to be working on.
I feel frustrated everyday. Because I always have to wake up with the same face, in the same body, on the same floor. I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how it’s like to be grateful. I am sad.
I’m packing my things. I’m preparing my files. In time, I will leave and make sure everyone wears a smile when they see me around.
Meanwhile, forgive my shallowness or should I say my own version of humanity.