Don Quixote

Disaster. You will never know when exactly it will strike until it happens. No matter how prepared  you are, it has its own mysterious way on how to hit your open unguarded area. So how much more if you are not? How much damage can it bring. Before you knew it, you are turned into rubbles and you are so lost seeing yourself in pieces you don't even know where to start picking up.

 

Disaster is by nature an unforeseen event you can less gird. But when  you triggered it to happen, it's a different story. I did. And my life's story will never be the same from then on. It all started when I dreamed of life that I thought is more real, a dream where waking up is my last shift.

 

It was almost four weeks ago when I have opened a can of worms, so to speak. Maybe someone caught me do it. And i didn't mind at all.  Learning to face battle head on, I have faced the biggest challenge of my life, put me to place where there's no turning back, and the only thing to do is move forward, or to stop. It's a quicksand I need to move fast. Along the way of struggles, a few unexpected events surfaced and gave me some "fun". It is totally weird I must say, but I enjoy it anyway.

 

Uhm...ok so I think I cannot proceed any further now. I'm getting absurd and so as my words.

 

Forgive me friends, but this dream, it's fun. I've learned a lot. But some good things have to end, how much more the bad ones. See, the more I am dragging up things to confusion. So let me stop from here.

 

All I want to say is this - and trust me when i say it - it is HARD and PAINFUL tilting at windmills. There's no hope to hope for.  Only bleak future.

 

Dream if you must, but wake up to reality. I am not fully awaken yet, by choice, but soon I will be. And if there's no reality for what I want, I will make one for myself. The hell I care for the rest.

 

Life marches on.