Counting The Days

I am stuck here.
Still counting the days until I find a reason to go. As I am doing my best, to keep going on in the hours of mine, I hope good things will keep happening. It is true. Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I want to scream loudly. but it is just some points of a long line. I still have another and more points with joyous and happiness.

At some points, living this life is truly like living a box with four angels. Indeed. Brown at all side. No other color.  But guess, after that points' passed, We will soon realize that having the chance to live in this earth as a human is tremendous.

I always love to have a self-talk. I always say to my self, it is okay to be bad sometimes, it is okay to fail sometimes, what becomes really matter is if you have no courage to move on from that failure, from the heartbreak you gained. It is always fine for not being a perfect-human. You just need to be a human with good intention and attitude, you just need to be persistent with every single step you take. Failure is however a friend. You couldn't ask yourself to be a human with superpower. You are not spider-man, nor Maleficent. Just be normal! Human with efforts and prayers.

So, whatever it is. We are unique with our each selves. Thus, I love my self. and I love you. I have no reason to hate. I just love you with a feeling of annoyed sometimes.