Yesterday was another one of my lousy days. Things don't go well, and it's just weird that once in awhile, they would somehow gather together and happen on the same day. I knew what I had to do, I knew that walking away in a sulk will solve no problem and made things worse. But not everyone around me understand what I'm going through. No simple words of encouragement, nods of understanding, expression of empathy. Suddenly, I realised I might be in this all alone. From the start.

I described life is a journey taking MRTs. We all had different aspirations, diverse goals in mind. From time to time, we would need to change trains. Sometimes, the carriage you are in gets so packed that you felt uneasy, especially if you’re standing in an awkward position. At times, when you’re lucky, there were fewer people, and you managed to catch a breather, or rest your tired soles from the discomfort of the journey. Even though people in the same train as you might be heading the same direction as you, they might not share the same motivation. Those people could be true buddies, strangers, or just people you called ‘friends’.

Today as I am typing this, I shed tears of disappointment and contentment. It might be disappointment in the people around me, or in myself for feeling this way. Contented with what I was given and am fully aware I would cherish this. Still holding on to that faith in everything.

~I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.