One Of Those Days

Hello,

I need to write something here to express things out in me. Well, there're alot in mind that keep on bothering me. So, what's wrong to spill, no? Keep quiet and read. Don't ask.

Have you ever had so much to say, but never had the chance to? Or you had that chance, but thought that some things were better left unsaid? Why, you asked me? They are happy, everyone is happy.So, why bother uttering a word?

Perhaps things are better off that way.

Someone once told me, "..a smart person knows what to say, a wise person knows whether or not to say it." I tend to put others before me at times. How they feel, what they want, what is best for them, their happiness. All of that matters to me, especially to the ones I love. If they are happy and doing good without knowing what I wanted to do or say, I would rather zip it and swallow it all down.

Love is wanting happiness and everything that is good for your loved ones. Love is not just wanting someone, I think it is also wanting what is best for them. When they are happy, I know I made the right choice. Anyone can go around and say "I love you..". But in the end, it is what you have done to prove that you love them that counts. It is about sacrifice. Selfishness will be a thing of the past.

I'm still learning, and I know I always will be. One thing I learnt for sure is that love will always adapt to the needs of other people, even if it means sacrificing your own. The worst battle is indeed between what you know, and what you feel. When you know you have sacrificed, you know you have loved.