relaxed multiply dignified.

its been awhile since i post my midnight rantings. (lame la sangat) ngeh. here goes.
this is going to sound a little strange, the thing is, there is never a time when you will be more honest, convictions would be stronger or when your modes would be more pure than they are now, which means you should chase whatever that excites you, be confident and take risks and
paint over my word so you can start writing your own. his or her story may have inspire you, but im certain your story would inspire the next person who reads it. know that, you don’t need somebody to write a story about you in order to make your life mean something, you can write about yourself make your own destiny. then, years from now, the next girl will keep what you wrote long enough to remind you how inspired your life is and you can tell that girl to paint over your life, cause you realize, the words you wrote, the friends you have, the urgency you felt, will always be there underneath that paint. the love you profest will always be there. the spark of something undeniable, a sea of hope, the truth, for better or for worst, burning fiercely, just under the surface.
Albert Camus once wrote, blessed to the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken. but I wonder if there’s no squashing breaking, then there’s no healing. and if there’s no healing, then there’s no learning. and if there’s no learning, then there’s no struggle. but struggle is a part of life. so, must all hearts be broken?