Be Tough

Somtime is okay to be weak, 

as long as we know what to do.

Remember!

What doesn't kill you,

can only make you stronger.

Are you happy?

or you just force yourself to be happy? 

He is the one you need or you love?

A.YES  B.NO 

承担与失去

身为一个男人，
必须学会承担。
承担该承担的，
放下该放下的。

但人啊，常常就是这样——
拥有的时候不觉得重要，
等到失去了，才知道那东西有多珍贵。

我曾以为，
自己输得起。
我以为受伤不会怎样，
所以从不懂得珍惜。

也是因为这样，
我伤过人，
也丢掉了许多宝贵的东西。

直到有一天我终于明白，
我，其实已经输不起了。
那一刻，心就变得脆弱了。

因为我输过，
所以懂得后悔；
因为曾经拥有，
所以明白失去的痛；
因为真心爱过，
所以也哭了。

可后悔，并不会改变事情，
它只会留下遗憾。
那些离开的、失去的，
再也不会出现在我眼前。

我只能在记忆里，
回味那曾经的“拥有”。

哭过了，就擦干眼泪。
继续走，继续奋斗。
这是我唯一能做的。

我静静地等待，
等待那一天的到来。

也许不会有明天，
但如果有——
那明天，一定会更好。

Sometimes

Sometimes, life feels heavy.
Not tragic. Not broken.
Just quietly miserable — like a sky that won’t clear.

And sometimes, words don’t help.
They try to speak, but they fall short.

It’s a good and rainy morning —
and somehow, that feels right.
Soft. Still. Almost sacred.

Sometimes, I look up and wonder.
Is this it?
Is it enough?
Am I missing something?

Sometimes, I feel sure of what I know.
Other times, I get lost in my own thoughts.
Like the world isn’t quite built the way it should be.
Like there’s a piece missing. A beat skipped.

Sometimes, a simple “sorry” feels like a gift.
Sometimes, it feels like a lift —
a small mercy that says, "I see you."

Sometimes, my heart feels so full,
I swear it might burst.

Sometimes, A doesn’t come before B.
And sometimes, 1 + 1 doesn’t add up to 2.
And that’s okay.

Sometimes, I question things I thought I already answered.
Sometimes, I don’t even want answers.
Just a moment to sit in it.

And guess what?

That’s life.
It just be like that.
Sometimes.

Learning to Sit With Storms

Weather forecast for today: dark.
Clouds heavy. Sky quiet.
Rain falling — soft, steady, endless.

I sit in a corner,
cigarette in hand,
watching the sky write its own poetry.

There’s something about rain.
Something calming.
It doesn't ask anything of you —
it just is.

And for a moment,
that’s enough.

I used to say I was in love with the whole world.
And maybe I still am —
especially when it wraps itself in its rainy arms.
Every drop feels like a reminder
that it’s okay to feel everything.

They say life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass.
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
But some days,
you don’t need to dance.
You just need to sit still and let it fall.

Let the world be grey.
Let the moment be quiet.
Let it rain.
And just feel.

Because rainy days?
They don’t make me sad.
They make me real.