Often we allow ourselves to be upset by
small things we should despise and forget.
We lose many irreplaceable hours
brooding over grievances that,
in a year's time,
will be forgotten by us and by everybody.
Chinese oral = me speaking tamil. Almost failed a math and got hurt during PE.
Cell on Sunday was so related to what i'm facing now. Yet i can't. apply. a. single. thing. I end church with 75% of the fullness of joy in God in my heart. It drops a bit to 70% on sunday night and by the end of Monday, it dipped to 20%.
It's Wednesday now.
Besides, i'm not going ramble about like trying to improve myself and being more tolerating and nice and whatever. It's just words. They don't mean a single thing. But getting back on my feet is going to be so tough, i think i've given up already.
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