Gold. Precious Gold

For a friend:

Dun you miss the past sometimes, the beautiful past whereby boys r just boys, they dun hurt the way they do now. The past where we r in control of our love, in control of who we wanna date and like to date. The past where heart break is just crying over a friend's shoulders for a day or two and its back into another dating game.

That's past, yes i agree my friend. But sometimes change happen only because we want it to happen. We r still ourselves. No matter how high is the wall, how strong is the defense, we will still be who we r, past.present.future.

I learnt something over the weekend and am here to share.

Discouragement is a choice. We choose to feel encourage or to be discouraged. Happiness could be waiting just around the corner if we could just face it boldly. Does a baby stop learning to walk after continous falling? NO. Does a mother stop loving their kids after being deceive several times throughout their child's growing years? NO.

Therefore i encourage you my friend. To take a step of faith. To be bold in controlling your own destiny. Should it be a failure or success, at least we have tried.

To me, Good men r like precious gold hidden in mines, waiting to be discovered only after many years of digging. I struck my gold, and i hope u found urs too.