Strange. The more I run, the more it comes to me. I have tried one thousand ways and even convinced myself that this wasn't meant for me. Then, when came many times I knew I couldn't run away anymore, I did all I can to destroy it. I simply threw myself into the middle of pacific ocean just to see how deep it takes to drown me. But strangely, each time I managed to swim my way to the shore. I guess its all because I get many support and love from friends and loved ones who will go all their way out to support me, simply because, they, believed in me.
This little funny feeling of mine, kept fighting on. Listen to your heartbeat! I kept on telling myself. So now, am I destroying it or simply going all out to do it? I don't know. All I know is if I fail, I won't cry. This, I am sure. I'll only give my very best for everyone who believed in me. Come what may! What doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger. I'll survive, I had and always will. I'm gonna enjoy this. :)
