Perhaps, we're all given hardship, pain and suffering to help us know who we are and who we are meant to be. We are not born to suffer the pain but to be strong individuals capable of love no matter the odds are. These past few days, I've realized who I am, and who I am not. I am not quitter nor a failure. I AM NOT WEAK. The beating of m heart is as strong as my love for mankind. People may talk, and always bring me down, pull out all my strength and tell that I'm nothing but at the end of the day, it's still my choice to prove them wrong. WE ALWAYS HAVE THAT CHOICE rather than let their stupid comments bring us down.
The more I suffer, the stronger I feel. The more they try to take away my pride, the more confident I am that I can bounce back. The more I cry, the more willing I am to give out the sweetest smile my lips can produce. And the more I feel the hate and the pain, the more I want to share my love.
I am thankful that through these rough times, I learned that even though my head still need some growing up, my heart sees what it needs to see. And the closer I become to every beat of it that the more people feed my head with lies, the truth doesn't hurt anymore because my heart understands. It will always understand.
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