There are much bigger things in life to worry about.
Life isn't all about the interview you haven't prepared for, that choice internship at GS, that will convert into your dream job offer, the unforgiving office gossip, the bitch who you claim ruined your life, the bitch you ruined, the friend that you don't want to hurt, the politics, the religion you so easily fall back on when things are beyond your control, the facades, the confidence you try to exude, the gelled hair, the fabulous Japanese food at Old Airport Road, the Olympics, the ground-breaking moments, the record-breaking stunts, the music of your soul, the favor you so desperately seek in people who don't really care, the people you want to prove wrong, the false sense of belonging that you deceive yourself into feeling, the flashy cars you see outside Zouk and Millenia, the forbidden fruit, the six-pack you used to have, the chances you missed, the thorns you endure, the fear you succumbed to.
No, none of these things really matter. Because when the time is nearly up, and you have some moments to yourself, you think of the people who love you, and how they would survive without you. you think of people who accept you unconditionally. you think of people who will cry at your funeral, not because of the pain they would feel, but because they would feel yours. you think of those who would bend over backwards for you and honestly expect nothing in return.
It's all about perspective.
Life isn't all about the interview you haven't prepared for, that choice internship at GS, that will convert into your dream job offer, the unforgiving office gossip, the bitch who you claim ruined your life, the bitch you ruined, the friend that you don't want to hurt, the politics, the religion you so easily fall back on when things are beyond your control, the facades, the confidence you try to exude, the gelled hair, the fabulous Japanese food at Old Airport Road, the Olympics, the ground-breaking moments, the record-breaking stunts, the music of your soul, the favor you so desperately seek in people who don't really care, the people you want to prove wrong, the false sense of belonging that you deceive yourself into feeling, the flashy cars you see outside Zouk and Millenia, the forbidden fruit, the six-pack you used to have, the chances you missed, the thorns you endure, the fear you succumbed to.
No, none of these things really matter. Because when the time is nearly up, and you have some moments to yourself, you think of the people who love you, and how they would survive without you. you think of people who accept you unconditionally. you think of people who will cry at your funeral, not because of the pain they would feel, but because they would feel yours. you think of those who would bend over backwards for you and honestly expect nothing in return.
It's all about perspective.
