I'LL BE COUNTING STARS

{wearing: pasamala dress, topshop pumps, anne klein sunnies}

 Old, but I'm not that old

Young, but I'm not that bold

And I don't think the world is sold

I'm just doing what we're told

 And I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly

Lately I been, I been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars

- Counting Stars by Onerepublic ♬

For quite some time now, I've been troubled with my so-called "life sh*t". I know, I know, there are so many more appropriate terms such as life goal, life calling, life urge, life track. I use those too, but recently, I've been feeling that mine is too complicated or even unworthy to be labelled as what it is. For starters, it doesn't make sense to some people. Heck, it doesn't even make sense to me at times. But at the end of the day, it's always at the back of my mind, a quiet yearning that needs to be satiated. Luckily, I have people around who scold me when I'm about to put my dreams on the shelf thinking that I'll just resume on a more convenient day. It will never be convenient. Like what I saw on Facebook: There's never ready... only willing. Conversations with these several different people reminded me that peculiar and unconventional as it is, it is my life sh*t. Its materialization (or lack of) will depend on me, and truth be told, I would hate to be burdened by the idea that I never even tried. So, here's to taking calculated risks and working out the kinks. It's time to count stars. ★

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. 
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. 
Explore. Dream. Discover."

Oh, and PS, the cheeky expression? For the people who think I can't. 

xx