to the garbage

Its amazing how we keep moving despite facing the uncertainty in life, not knowing what will happen next, not knowing the outcomes and consequences of events, and yet we carry on anyway - hoping, praying that things will just place itself right, or at least work itself along the journey, fixing, adapting, changing to what is best, reducing negative impacts to the heart as much as possible.

So the art of this is that we talk, live, breathe through hope. Regardless of how minor or silly it may seem, it keeps us going.. Be it little, be it to the size of insignificance, there's hope everywhere, in everything we see, because that's how we put ourselves at ease.

As a matter of fact, everyone falls. Its just a matter of time. No one, sits high up and remain in highness or vivacity forever. It dies out, it slips, it drops, however you say it. Everyone has their bad days. And yes, you got that right, I probably just had mine.

It is, in past tense because I choose to believe that the minute I hit the 'publish' button, I'll set myself for a new story, a new beginning of how things will be for me. Even if it involves forcing out the happiness to stick with me. And that, you see, is how things work.

When things don't go along, you make it right. Simply because you bloody can. Believe it or not. When feelings don't rock the way it usually does, then fix it back, rewind or just freaking tune it back to where and how you want it to be, because you just can. Nothing stops for you, so might as well make the most of the time given.

I am responsible for my own heart and so are you.

So, are you ready for tomorrow?

I am.