Fly Away

I’m 21.

Irresponsibly, being a 21-year-old dude may be the blame for all of my superficial mistakes. I imagine myself at the age of 60, that certainly, those mistakes would be extremely foolish. I will then miss those days, the days of hard working and running for classes, the days of a wet shirt standing in the rain waiting for buses, or the day of indefinitely wandering around the crowded street dreaming of the brighter future.

I’m a guy; and just an ordinary guy. I’m not perfect nor want to be seen perfect. I just try to live, better, every day. Fears? I do have plenty. One of them is the fear of not having enough money to get by this cruel life. Having to live independently knowing that there will be no shoulders to lean on when stumble down, I work for my expenses, with pride, and ambition. It’s not the ambition for my job. It’s not the ambition for the money I earn. It’s not the ambition to show off how excellent I am paying my own bill at this age. It’s the ambition for my better tomorrow, for the keep of the promise I made to myself when I was young: “I need to live and to know that my existence really means something.”

Every morning, I get up and tell myself: “Today will be better than yesterday,” then look at that guy in the mirror and give him a big smile.

A day passed by with my fatigue overwhelming, before closing my eyes for bed, I tell myself again: “Time for bed. I’ve done a great job today. It’s gonna be better tomorrow.”

It has been like that, days after days for more than 4 years. I keep living and dreaming, working myself for what I’ve dreamed of. Just sometimes, I am tired. Just sometimes, I can feel my hands releasing as I my mind gives up; but then I look back at the road I have been through, I hold my fists tight once again. I always tell myself that I am the strongest and the most stubborn guy in the world. I will not stop, and I will not let go.

One of my favorite quotes:

Even though it’s tough, you’ll just have to smile sometimes…