Sunday, April 19

Clarity at Sunday Afternoon

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Do you ever feel so worry about your “love story” then suddenly you’re became so 

“melancholic”?


 One simple question that I’m asks on myself, (almost) everyday.

The funny thing is when I already answer it, when the question comes up again ... I forget what my answer was. Then, I became another “melancholic” again and again. And again.

Shit

But today, little bit difference. I’m asking it again  but without get in into “galau moment”. Maybe I just getting bored and finally I found the clarity.

It begins when I go to my Instagram and scroll over my Instagram-page and watch my junior at high school became more beautiful than the day before. I’m a single – Read INA: Jomblo – and I see that ... She’s the one. I always do “the thing” when meet with a very beautiful girl. Always. So it means that I’m thinking that every beautiful girl that I ever met is the one. So, actually, there is no “the one”. (I just don’t know what I say)

Usually, the moment when I saw this kind of girl makes me worry and my head just start over thinking, and think about something that should never thinking about. Yeah, love drives me crazy and stupid but, not for today.

I don’t know how, but instinctively, I just start don’t care about it. I just take it as a reality.

I always worry about my appropriateness for her. I keep thinking that I never deserve for people like all of them. I kept saying to myself that she never be mine.

But then ...

Who cares?

I just figure it out that ...

 If I still think like that, I would never be like who I should.

Why? It’s because “they” are always try to be what they believe, they dream, and they should.

And me? I’m just blaming myself for all of the weakness and my inability. Does this thing make me change?

No, indeed not.

That’s why I could never reach them.

So,

Why am I not start to think about myself first then worried about them? Worrying about my inappropriateness and my inability.

And start trying.

So that we can be even.

I don’t know, are you really my mate or not. At least, I forced myself to be better than I before.


And,


Even though I fail,

I am failed to succeed than fail successfully.

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