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To grip loosely

"Walau genggamannya kuat,
Tapi bukan milik kita,
Pasti terlepas jua.."

You know when you really want something so you grip it real hard, clinged to it, attached to it, work for it to happens, when in the end you there is nothing in this world is certain.

Uncertainty is disturbingly haunting. So as much as you work to overcome the uncertainties, there is only so much you can do.

It is finite. You can't change what is written.

The best you can do is to grip loosely, so that worse come to worst, letting go wouldn't be as hurtful that it used to be

This pain will pass. It is merely temporal but it's completely fine to let that sink, embrace this pain, and carry the lessons as you go along.

If you don't get up every time you stumble, than you'll probably never learn how to walk. And look at you, 20 plus age of living and you're still stumbling like a toddler at times. But I don't see how is that embarrassing.

Night people. Sleep well.
1.39am
Wah

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