I'm inlove.

random day. here's a blast from my not so distant past.

something i wrote last year. July 12, 2011.

one day.


one day, i won't be able to move. someday, i won't even know i exist. that day i won't recognize anybody. that day, i won't recognize myself. and i'll pretend nobody really cares, like nobody knows who i am. and i'll continue reaching out, until life gets to me.


for now, i'll just continue walking. i'll take this step. i'll take this road. and though a lot may think i just gotta stop, and a few will try to learn to take their own stand, i'll just look at their faces, i'll just gaze as they gawk. they may despise me. they can throw whatever they get a hold of. but then, i'll continue gulping my beer, eating all that junk, sleep 'til my head aches, i'll toss my coins to wishing wells, waste my money on bits and pieces, i'll continue to buy red, yellow and blue paint- i'll color my world 'til my heart's content. it may look like i'm wasting my life to smokes. it may seem as though i'm throwing my life to barren wastelands. but then, this is how i buy my life, my own ticket to happiness.


it's easy enough to earn money. it's never easy to burn what you've earned. it's easy to live a life of comfort- because what's really hard is to find happiness amidst what people call the perfect kind of life.


so i have no time to waste to crumbles.no, i have no time to waste. i can sleep, move, laugh, eat...drink 'til dawn and go on a trip. while those who despise me curse me for being happy now, remember this: one day,you won't be able to move. someday, you won't even know you exist. that day you won't recognize anybody. that day, you won't recognize yourself. and you'll pretend nobody really cares, like nobody knows who you are. but you'll remember what you did when you could still move every bit of muscle in you; when you knew people who could bring out the better in what you already thought was the best; when you still had enough guts to drink all the booze you wanted.


Because as for me, i'll be laughing- 'cause God knows how much i've saturated the world just to get the license to get madly, ridiculously happy now 'til future when the rest of the righteous humanity isn't.






i can't believe i wrote this even before i had my job now-which is perfect for this prose i wrote. and i've always believed that everything happens for a reason and that everyone is meant to be someone, to do something, to be something else rather than whatever they are now...something much greater than what they imagined they'd be. i'm happy. but i can still be so much happier. (:


*as for me, i've always believed i'd be a rich nomad :D hahaha


and since, i keep on reading stuff i've written in the past (waaaaay past), i believe that it's a symptom. i'm always like this when i'm inspired, when i want to write, when i'm happy, when i feel good...when i'm in love. and though i don't know whom i'm in love with, can i just say... i'm just glad i am. <3