The End of the Beginning

If there are men who can't be moved, I'm one of them. The kryptonite of a person is
indeed the heart, and I'm not suspicious of that because I already sensed that way. She
gave me goosebumps in one specific corner of my life, where my heart is putting in. It's
pretty good to know that she was the kind, adorable, and loving daughter to her family,
and I knew those things by stalking. When I had the chance to tell that I want her to be my
friend, immediately, she moved her head up and down, and I was beginning to flirt. Out of
my knowledge, she told me why she right away nods her head when I asked her, because
she has no one to be with, and also she said, that she thinks I'm going to be a genuine friend
to her and I don't think she thought that way because she was just a transferee. We have
been friends for two years, we help each other, in anything, especially when it comes to
school matters and that became a part of my life. While reminiscing the good things that
we have done together, I realized that that was the right time to have the same path with
her, but after I told her what I want, she told me that she was not ready to have the same
path. After we graduated, we met and then she said that we will forever be friends, and
after that, she gradually fades in the environment. I told myself that there will be more
friends that I meant to met when I stepped on the first day of school like her, I have met
more, but no one match to her.
Hence, even now I will be still holding on what Danny of The Script said "I'm
Going back to the corner where I first saw you, Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not
gonna move, Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand, Saying, "If you
see this girl can you tell her where I am?". Cause if one day you wake up and find that
you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be,
Thinkin' maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'll see me
waiting for you on our corner of the street, So I'm not moving, I'm not moving". Cause I
just can't move on. People do come and go, but I will be still waiting even though no one
has to come because that is life, moving on sometimes is not the right thing. After all,
sometimes you have to stay because all the scars that you had will serve as the ladder for
you to reach the end of your chosen path and for you to proceed to another one and that is
what you call moved on, the only thing that Iwant to find.
The Lust of Words
I will never let the day comes to an end without feeling tired of something because it
makes me feel complete, but I have this music to strive for all those difficult situations,
stress, and distractions.I considered music as my way to escape from the pain when there is
an emergence of tiredness I can easily fade it off with music because every time I merge
both of them, tiredness will be altered into lightest one like bubbles who’s gradually fades.
Wherever I go and whatever I do music never be bothered me because it helps me a lot,
like writing this output I'm writing with the song of Coldplay, that always give me ideas
about who I am. Music is not just something for me, because this is my life, through music I
can think clearly and widely about this world and my world and you will never take it
away from me.

We can't deny that we live our life with needs and wants. The idea that I want to be
certain in my reality is that needs and wants are just like a cloud of magical dust, that can
create happiness when you pour it, but it has always an expiration date when its
effectiveness in our life is no longer be exist. In my life, I actualized their differences that all
my wants just do come and go like a magical dust and my needs, even though they are all
like a dust, they left me, but there is a scar that will always be reminding me that I still
have them, it's either about your love, your family, your music, your abilities, and your
profession, but I know that those would be the things that will guide you to your path
through future.
The Fact in Absurd
Out of uncertainty, I believe that my degree will become my ticket to a better
tomorrow. I want to become a renowned psychologist in the field of the clinical industry. I
study hard and devote my free time to reading scholarly reviews and watching interviews
with recognized specialists in the field. But everything turns into fantasy when people said
that is not who you are. My life is like an arena there are thousands of people watching and
shouting on me that I can do it, but the real support that I can get over thousands is just
only one. I started to flow my tears inside, but I'm fighting to conquer that current of grief.
I observed that people nowadays are instantly concluding when they heard something or
seen, hence, it's easy for them to say that one idea is truly false, but remember that life is
filled with science that there is always an explanation. People often think negatively to a
person whose lazy, but just like Bill Gates said "It's not what you think", he claims that he
always tries to find a lazy person to do a difficult job. Why? Because a lazy person will look
for an easy way to do it! And that whats made him one of the richest people in the world.
People are easy to believe, but they can immediately forget when someone's tried to
explain, just like mine.
Numbers for formality
I've never got higher than ninety when I was in junior high school, but everything
becomes possible when I entered the realm of senior high school. I've arrived in the
classroom, without any familiarities, after a month, the moment I realized that was not the
people or the ambiance have changed, but myself. I've become serious and more attractive
in studying, I think that has happened, the time I started to understand what could life
bring to us in the future. I'm beginning to study hard and have high grades than ninety,
and it went through a lot of times, and sometimes, I was at the point where I'm afraid if I'm
not maintained them. There was one quarterly exam where I got low grades in four
subjects, I was shocked, and it's like I'm at the stage of depression because it felts like I'm
burdening all the dilemmas in the world. I thought that I have this capability to maintained
everything, but they all went like that, and it also happened in some quiz. Those things just
triggered me to think out of it and realized that I did a lot of hard work before I get those
high and even low grades, I studied my subjects until the dawn, no sleeps and always feel
exhausted before I write on the test paper. Experienced is indeed something that is no
substitute, great Einstein said: "grades will not define your craft". For me, excellence is
defined as one percent intelligence and ninety-nine percent perspiration. High grades are
all temporary, we can't use them when we need skills at the most challenging part of our
life.
His callous snout
In the world of a child, there is an undeniable thing that they want to have when
they started to imagine, and that is happiness. Looking back when I was just a blank, there
were no needs, but they all wanted. Parents were hindrances to get my wants, but there was
an old man who completes my laughs. That man was a volunteer, to become my shield
from every limit, and he was also the wall that is ready to suit as my backrest when I’m
tired in begging. It seems like I’m not easy to tame that he can’t do anything, because he
gave me all that I want, and he always creates a solution to just make laugh. I like him
because he never gets exhausted, from my foolish deeds to him like flipping his snout, it
always went up and down when he blows while sleeping and I was so happy when I did
that. Good things were just continuously followed, as a child, realizing that wants did just
easily to rise and effortlessly gone. One day before I get to school, I kissed him, but I never
thought that kissed would be the last one. My grandfather left me and I felt that my life
became questionable to get back from the days that I felt perfect and I realized that he
would never appear as wants, even though he became a part of my life for just a short time.
He was just became my first needs on that time and he gave that to me.
PETER PAN’S PIXIE DUST