Ever since I was a teenager I have this dark predisposition. Now, I'm getting older though I must admit I look younger for my age. I have made my observations, learned, and observed but I have not let go of my ethos, would not be easily swayed by how others perceive things. I choose my own stand and seek not other's approval. I am happy enough for my experiences, even my loss because it gave me wisdom. Looking back at what I went through, in the battlefield, the lost of my love, and my son being torn, all of these were meant to be to make me strong. So life goes on until the end and I still seek more out of it. This time stronger and I'd just be laughing and observing how those around me carry themselves. There are just a few I know who are wise enough and those few don't make that much noise, I see it.
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