Every night I stare at the screen, thinking of something to say. I log in after dinner and leave this page as it is without typing a single world until I go to sleep, and I close it again, disappointed at my repeatedly futile attempts to find a way. A way to express so much that has happened and so much that I feel. A calm surface hides turbulent undercurrents, but then again, maybe the water is actually shallower than I thought it to be. I wish I could pour my soul into a dance, song or a poem, and console myself with a magnificent result of raw emotion, but life does not hold such wonderful mysteries for me. So the storm is kept in a bottle, churning froth till it gathers enough momentum to break free, shattering the bottle into hurtful shards of glass. I have to find a way to open the bottle and empty it. So much confusion and frustration.
Struggling to grasp the reins of my life, I see two roads ahead. Do I want to use this life to experience the richness and luxuries of what life has to offer? Or do I want to find peace within myself? A path of greatness and excitement or a path of tranquility and calm; a path of turmoil and insatiability or a path of mediocrity and normality. Ahh... the curse of seeing both sides of the coin. Then again, maybe I will never walk both paths at all. Maybe it's too arrogant to even think that my life can be fully peaceful or fully exciting.
Living life is walking a tightrope; it's all about balance. That is the most sickening thing about it all.
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
Every night I stare at the screen, thinking of something to say. I log in after dinner and leave this page as it is without typing a single world until I go to sleep, and I close it again, disappointed at my repeatedly futile attempts to find a way. A way to express so much that has happened and so much that I feel. A calm surface hides turbulent undercurrents, but then again, maybe the water is actually shallower than I thought it to be. I wish I could pour my soul into a dance, song or a poem, and console myself with a magnificent result of raw emotion, but life does not hold such wonderful mysteries for me. So the storm is kept in a bottle, churning froth till it gathers enough momentum to break free, shattering the bottle into hurtful shards of glass. I have to find a way to open the bottle and empty it. So much confusion and frustration.
Struggling to grasp the reins of my life, I see two roads ahead. Do I want to use this life to experience the richness and luxuries of what life has to offer? Or do I want to find peace within myself? A path of greatness and excitement or a path of tranquility and calm; a path of turmoil and insatiability or a path of mediocrity and normality. Ahh... the curse of seeing both sides of the coin. Then again, maybe I will never walk both paths at all. Maybe it's too arrogant to even think that my life can be fully peaceful or fully exciting.
Living life is walking a tightrope; it's all about balance. That is the most sickening thing about it all.