Bags ready?

Trying to cook mama’s favourite dish just to remind us of home, trying to sing old songs just make us feel as if we’re hanging out with our siblings and we’re still trying smile even though we haven’t seen true happiness.

“What if you get there and change your ways?” “You know that place you’re going to is dangerous, I never thought about this but... how do you expect me to sleep at night knowing you’re not safe?” “What if I lose you, you’re a photographer you occasionally go out at night, what if I lose you?” “Make me proud and always make your bed... that’s the first step of being successful... okay?”

Occasionally we meditate on the other side, the departure and the trials we ought to face. Several positives and several negatives, having the mentality of facing today as if tomorrow is certain and investing in order for the next generation to have it easier than we did.

Lately I’ve been blogging not even considering if people understood me not even considering if anyone relates on how I felt. We shouldn’t change our ways just because of people of higher standings are amongst us. Why can’t we be ourselves without fearing who’s watching us? At some point in life, what we hide will be seen by everyone.

This doesn’t even make any sense I just had the eagerness to blog.