Bittersweet

 It's been a long time since I posted here. A lot of things have changed. The world has become crazy. I lost a number of people in a span of two years, some of them died because of COVID, some were killed and others choose to free themselves by their own choice. I didn't talk about these to my friends because one, I don't have a close relationship with them, two, I also don't see the point of talking about it with my friends, it could trigger their trauma and I don't want that. 

Anyway, this blog is not about the physical death but rather a mental/emotional one. I am writing this post to mark the death of my dream. I have prayed, waited, and fought for it for two years. I have done my part and I did my best. I guess I am not meant to dream. It was so foolish of me to think that I was meant to be a public school teacher. I am such a fool thinking that I prepared myself to become one. I am such a fool for wasting other opportunities because I believed on this dream. And now, I have wasted two years. Two years of hoping, praying, believing and dreaming.

Today, I have decided to let it go. 

No, I won't try again. 

Yes, I'm a quitter.   

There are times that we just have to accept the fact that dreams don't come true. 

There are times that we just have to stop. 

Sorry if I'm posting a negative one after two years of hiatus.