The moment I step in this unrevealed secrecy of temptation and danger world, I began to loose up my self abruptly yet I don't have an idea of what's up messing around me. It seems to drive me insane looking like a fool finding my self in a spot forgetting of what I have instilled in my brain during those high school days. Being around with such brilliant persons have grasps my self down, well that's the thing I don't intend to do so. Moreover, living alone for the first time gets me tangled. Lately, I notice something of it behind, I got my confidence lost. I think I wander of a plain sketch of my life's plan - I've lost the exact words! Its just I don't really get it right, everything seems so wrong in my first start. I'm trying to get up, I'm trying to elude the idea of giving up. Its the feeling like I've been making always a mess, which I always ended up with frustrations, guilt of a shy, and to feel devastated. Who would have thought that this will be worst. One time, I turned back to our town just to try catching up the spirit of home. It was that unusual for I have been a sort of happy yet filled with the motivation thing. Suddenly, my 12 yr. old friend told me something thus, that "something" accounts again to another issue which I am involved. It says that, one of my old time partner of my past organization in high school don't appreciate my presence of those times. Of course, I just laugh at it. Actually, that thing didn't move me even just an inch but, that bought up a dire memo which moves me apparently. It reminds of something awful. The one of a kind struggle in terms of social discrimination. I moved on!
So much of that pains, I began to hold up a second. It was just to realize one thing I should think of inspite of these life thorns as I may depicted. Can you see that image up there? ( Jeremiah 29:11 ) That slaps me gently to the single truth of what life was all about. It was about this time to hold on to his words for I know he have everything under control. Bluntly, I want to cry while I'm writing this but I can't for I'm with the crowd. Perhaps it might be a tears of joy for me because I can see to my self that I'm still blessed and that God counts me to live in him-a life with pouring graces. In his own magical ways, I began recognizing his will and most especially his TENDER LOVE. A kind of love that nothing could ever surpass, a love that is true and we knew would lasts. These days had been cruel to me, it had been so sick that it puts me in definite vain. Anyways, GOD got my back and together with my diligence, patience and of hope I would make it up to the finals. I guess I might say, " BELIEVE THAT GOD BELIEVES IN ME".