Sabtu, 23 November 2019

leaving the premise



People do change, don't they?
For better or for worse, people just change.

i changed.

don't really like to put my self in a box. it's generalizing and that's not what i like doing personally.
but if i really think about it, i think i used to be someone who would like to face problems right away. either people i had problems wanted it or not, i would confront it. i thought as long i had the best intention, as long we could talk about it, problems could be ended. either it would be the problem who got solved or the relationship itself, as long i got closure...let's just finish it.
yeah, i remember vividly how i was feeling proud as i considered myself prideful and never a coward.

how naive.

i still prefer to solve problems. especially if it is the problem is within my reponsibility and work related...i will finish it. but i know i don;t do it our of my courage anymore. i simply do it because it is my responsibility.
yeah, the perspective changed.
so, what would happen if i got a problem that didn't effect my professional world whatsoever? problems in friends circle, mostly?

more often, i left it.
 dunno, even the thought of talking to explain things seem tiring and mundane. it doesn't excite me anymore...which is the thing that really pulled me to realization: huh, you've changed, angela.

i tried even harder, you know. usually when that kind of problem arose, instead of just shutting up, i made my physical body left the premise as well.
well, barney said that gandhi said you can't fight if you're not there.
that rings of truth.


today is just one of those day. or should i say this month? this couple of month?
i try to asses my mind: what i can finish this year, what i can do next year, which decision i will make, etc.

here's to hope for better days.
prost.

Kamis, 07 November 2019

Wish

Wednesdays were my social recharge day. Well, it used to be that day, when I was still holed up in the room without anything to do except college.
Now, as I already work and have a few friends, Wednesdays are no longer that day.  It becomes the day it should be, the cell group day.

Last Wednesday we talked about love, hope, and faith. In the end a question was thrown: what is it you are wishing about right now?

That question got me sighing.
Wish?
I wish I would be brave to wish for something.

I made a wish before my birthday. Not a great wish, just a really simple, silly wish. It started not even as a wish, it started as a need that grew a wild imagination that became vividly real so I started to wish it would happen.

My wish came true. Almost true to my silly, uncomfortably vivid daydream.


So, yeah, I am currently afraid of wishing, or even imagining something.
What would I do if it become real?
If it did become real, can I be responsible about it? Could I afford it?

Do I know any better to make such wish?



Yeah, I feel stupid for thinking like this.
I feel like a coward.
I feel anxious and tired.

Ah, decisions, decisions!